Squire C was seen running past the cafe.
“Was that C?” Whyte tilted his head, thinking he recognized the Italian squire scurrying by.
“Huh? Dunno.” Thorn shrugged. He was much too too busy digging into his strawberry-topped waffles. “Pass me the ketchup, will ya?”
“Maybe we should, ya know, help him.” the other squire muttered as he absentmindedly pushed his scrambled eggs around with his fork.
“What makes you think that guy’s in trouble?” Thorn grumbled. “‘sides, he’ll just get all angry n’ stuff cuz we’re getting in his way.”
“I guess so…” Whyte sighed.
But little do the other squires know – or care – was that the Italian squire just purchased the LAST of the newest iPear phone in town. C was always in the know of the newest Pear products, but he wasn’t about to start camping outside the store just so he could be one of the first to get his hands on one. How he was able to snag one without living in a sleeping bag and living off of the land (aka whatever fast food restaurants were in the immediate area) was beyond the angry mob that was now hot on his tail.
“Ah! It is not being my fault that I am too lucky!” C exclaimed between breaths. Even when the hard-core Pear fans chasing him were aware that there would be a new shipment of phones next week, they needed their shiny new Pear fix now. They cursed him, threw their empty paper coffee cups at him, and chased him with whatever makeshift weapon they could grab.
“IT IS MINE! *ANGRY ITALIAN*” C growled as he turned a corner. If only there was an app to deter the angry mob. While stopping for a moment to catch his breath…
a. He decides to return the phone. It wasn’t worth the trouble anyway. He really wanted to get a GooseBerry phone instead.
b. A mysterious black car pulls up and he gets pulled in.
c.The angry mob disperses in fear after hearing Squire Whyte sing karaoke in a nearby record store.
d. Squire Whyte and Squire Thorn pull up next to him on a tandem bike. “Hop on!” Whyte says.