Lassy is late. He crosses his legs, shifting a little because the bench on the front of the pet store is not as comfortable as it looked. His left butt-cheek is already starting to feel numb. Shawn picks up his orange and mango smoothie and takes a sip, then turns up the volume on his mp3 player and performs a dazzling air bass solo. Drumming absently his hands on his lap he lets out a little huff. He´s been expecting the Detective to arrive to the pet store at least 20 minutes ago. His "Reading... read more
