Michael blinked. Well, the situation had apparently worked itself out on its own. Rachael and Paulo had both waved and left, leaving him standing by himself.
Well, at least I don't have to deal with that prick any more. Woulda been nice to talk with Rachael a bit, though.
He shrugged, making his way to the checkout counter. As per tradition after buying a new hat, Indiana Jones
was waiting. It would be blasphemy to delay watching it any more. Hat in hand, Michael smiled. The rest of the day would be completely. Fucking. Awesome. Guaranteed.
((Michael Mitchellson: Continued in HEAVEN OR HELL? LET'S ROCK!