"She's related to me, it all started..."

"Related like Channel?" Phyllis asked.

"Yeah, little Channel's, family too" he claimed.

"I'm quite surprised at you two, you don't seem the tolerant type" Phyllis quietly said.

"You confuse me, will you shut..." he quietly sniped before stopping himself.

"Where you about to tell me to shut up? How dare you" Phyllis said as she folded her arms and looked him up and down.

Joseph place his open hand over his nose and mouth.
He began loudly inhaling before his features relaxed, then asked the question...
"You wouldn't look down on someone with social anxiety would you? It's a certified mental illness"

"Me?!" Phyllis snapped "I would never look down on any minority" she claimed as she looked towards the boy.

"Good, 'cos being here isn't easy" he then claimed.

"As it so happens, I'm so clued up on mental barriers, that I know their causes and solutions" Phyllis offered, receiving an eye roll in response, something she ignored
"I know listening to is one certified cure for SA, and I'm certainly a good listener" she claim "I planned to ask, why did you feel the need to get 'Fent' before calling me, not that I don't know what that means" Phyllis claimed as she shifted a little.

"When did I tell... Oh, I messed up, can, can you keep a secret?" he nervously enquired as he moved closer.

Uncomfortably, Phyllis looked away before she claimed "Anonymity is important, it's a movement after all"

He looked from side to side before he moved in and disclosed..
"Fent is my real name"

"DOORS ARE OPENING" a man bellowed from not too far away.

An instantly excited Fent and Phyllis, along with those surrounding them turned their attention to funnelling in the stores attention.

Stroking the jet black hair of a sleeping woman who lay curled up beside her, head in her lap, Calci asked the question...
"What made you think silver would do me justice?" she asked looking down at a woman kneeling on the floor painting her toenails.

Nervously, the woman looked up at her.

"Don't start getting the shakes, we don't want any mess do we?" Calci said.

"Are you dissatisfied with her work" the older woman from prior asked, raising from her seat.

"No, she's fine, I'm just joking" Calci said "Us artists need a sense of humor don't we? Otherwise, things only get dull and depressing, don't they" she said towards the woman kneeling before her, before turning her attention on the standing lady "and who told you to stand" she asked snappily.
The woman instantly dropped back to her backside.

"Hey Maple" Calci yelled over the head of the woman painting her toenails, towards another older female.

"Yes, Lady Caledonia" she replied.

"Perhaps Wilber and Phil would like something?" she claimed as she looked over at the two men sat on wooden chairs in the corner.

Phyllis stood with a large gift bag in her hands, looking over at Fent, who stood by the doorway chatting to a small group of young people.
One girl in the group made a hand signal where her hands parelled one another and her thumbs touched, Fent mimicked the symbol, Phyllis' face light up as realisation hit her.
She moved towards the youths.
Fent quickly caught on to her approaching...
"I gotta go" he claimed as Phyllis halted beside him.

"This your girlfriend?" a chubby, well spoken boy asked in surprise.

"First date" Phyllis replied in a mocking manner.

"Group selfie" the same boy suggested "someone take a group selfie and tag me, I'll add you all"

A frizzy haired girl pulled out an extending stick from her rucksack, attached her mobile to it and held it above the group who huddled close to one another.
Phyllis cringed as Fent put his arm around her shoulder in a fairly tight grip, she reluctantly featured in the picture.

Afterwards, Phyllis charged out the store.
Fent rushed behind her, turning briefly to offer a "sorry"

"You're the one who chose to waste time getting the deluxe package" Fent yelled towards Phyllis' back.

She stopped, turned around and faced the boy...
"Oh now you speak clearly" she yelled.

"I'm allowed to speak to other people" he yelled back.

"I know who you are! I know what you are!" she snapped with a pointed finger.