Groceries
Groceries
The brightly lit aisles were jarring to his sensitive eyes. To a vampire's senses, the flickering of a properly functioning fluorescent light-tube was near unbearable. The muzak being piped through the overhead speakers seemed infinitely worse.
Knowing Vicki would detest the offer of help, he simply "forgot" to offer. Coreen had been more than forthcoming with the list of errands the recovering PI needed done. Of course, the market was the only chore on the list open after dark, so Henry found himself stuck.
Trying not to inhale the stench of cooked meats, the vampire prince asked for a pound of sliced turkey and counted the moments until he could leave.