Kieran reached into his pocket and pulled out a two-pound coin he'd had in there earlier. 'I'm assuming they don't take British currency either.' He put it back in his pocket and furrowed his brows. 'Maybe we can plead with the shop workers?'
Jake paused for a moment, then nodded, “Let’s do that.” He started walking again, nervously playing with his hair.
He began to walk down to the shop, staying next to Jake. 'Do you think–just maybe, possibly–we're the only ones here?'
“Well then who would’ve built all the houses and stores?”
'I don't know… it feels pretty empty. If people were here, then the beach would have been full, right? It's a beautiful day, people wouldn't just stay inside.'
“Well maybe it’s national stay inside and don’t go outside day?” Jake shrugged.
'We broke the rules then,' laughed Kieran. 'Come on. If we get to the shop, we can find out what's going down.'
“Okay, c’mon!” Jake grinned, he gently took Kieran’s hand and began to walk faster.
Kieran squeezed Jake's hand slightly. The shop wasn't too far away now. 'I hope they sell avocado. And toast. So we can make avocado toast.'
"I heard about it, is it good?"
'You've never tried avocado toast? Oh my, it is HEAVENLY, lemme tell you that.'
"Really? Now I want avocado toast."
'Greatest food to grace the earth, other than Freddos and crumpets with nutella. Gosh, I'm so British.'
“Being British sounds nice. I don’t like American food that much, surprisingly.”
'Being British is okay. I like American sweets and snacks, like life savers and poptarts. Your cereal is 90% sugar, though,' chuckled Kieran.
"That's true." Jake laughed, "Everything is either really salty or really sweet."
'Here we are,' announced Kieran as they approached the shop. 'You first.'
Jake opened the door and stepped aside, "You first."
'Fine,' he mumbled before cautiously stepping inside. The lights were on, the shelves were full, yet no person behind the till. 'Hmm, that's strange. No one's here.'
“Maybe it is National-Stay-At-Home-Day?” Jake asked, he walked over to the fruits, “They’re still fresh.”
Kieran picked up a packet of Oreos. 'Untouched, perfectly neat piles… it's as if no one came here after they stocked up.'
“Kinda creepy.” Jake mumbled.
'Fuck that, I want a mutha-fuckin' oreo!' exclaimed Kieran, tearing open the packet. 'There's no chance this is poisoned, right? It's a shop.'
Jake glanced at the Oreos warily, “I’m assuming so.”
'I'll try it out. If I die, you'll know it's poisoned.' Kieran picked up an Oreo, and slowly took a bite from it. He savoured the beautiful flavour, but it was over in seconds. 'Man, that's the good shit.'