“Quick, this way!” Luke shouted, his feet sprinting towards the wooden oak doors that lead into the manager’s office at the very back of the store.
He shoved the door open, stepping aside so I could run in after him. Coming to a stop inside the office, my lungs tried to recover from the exertion of racing through the entire supermarket.
“What WAS that, Luke?” I cried. My mind replaying the sce...
