The new guy working the register poked me when she walked in. I glanced up and saw her. I kept my voice low.
“She comes in every few days dude. I think she’s a pornstar.”
“How do you know?”
“I don’t know, but she always has a needle mark on her wrist.”
His eyes widened, and his voice raised.
“Oh, so if she’s into drugs she must do porn? What the hell?”
“No, the constant blood tests dude.”
I turned to her and went to apologise when she waved it off.
“You’re wrong, but logical. And flattering, in a way…”