“My name is Celeste,” I said slowly, dragging every word out, incase he was semi deaf or just had brain damage.
“I see…and my name is Rooooyyy,” he said back with a grin, imitating my way of speaking.
“So you’re not tone deaf,” I muttered, looking through the vegetables.
“That’s a great way of starting a conversation, Celeste. Just great.”
“Wow. Well, I was trying to talk normally to you but seemed like you were listening to something…err...intense.”
“That’s cause I was. But not intense, just…”
“Different?” I completed for him.
He looked at me and said, “Yeah, I guess you could call it that.”
After getting the things I needed to, I walked over to the counter to pay for everything and he followed, pushing his trolley along mine.
“I was listening to pre-Columbian Maya music.”
I blinked a couple of times and then said, “Sorry?”
“Pre-Columbian Maya music.”
“To be honest with you Roy, I’ve never heard of it.”
“That’s not much of a surprise,” he said with a snort, “You see, my parents, they’re archaeologists. My mom did research on ancient music of different countries and everything, and this is one of them. She makes me listen to different types of music and then talks to me about it.”
“And what do you think of it all?” I asked him, finding myself interested.
“Unique…” I said slowly.
“Yep, it’s unique. It’s just…out of our world. I like stuff that’s out of our world…gives you a different feel of things.”
“A different feel…”
The blonde dude from before who was working on putting all my things in the plastic bags looked at Roy strangely then his eyes met mine and he grinned.
“All done miss. Here’s the bill.”
After paying for everything, I took the plastic bags in my hands and said to Roy, “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you around?”
He nodded, smiling then said, “If ever…”