Ira walked the streets as he normally did on his way to work. The twenty-eight year old male pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at the roads. He always had a choice. Take the long way or cut through the busy little shopping street. On an average day he would just take the long way, not wanting to be bothered by the hustle and bustle of everyday life for other people. That would be too much social interaction for someone like him. Though he always left it up to chance. A flip of the coin. Sadly, this was the biggest thing he had going for his life. Deciding which road to take to work.
The small silver coin rested in the palm of his gloved hand and he flicked it into the air above him, watching it fly up and then come slamming back down to the ground at his feet. Heads was the long way and Tails was the short way. Normally, it landed on heads. Much to the surprise of the hazel eyed man, it landed on tails for once, "...huh..." his eyes looked up at the busy shopping street in dreaded horror. It was bad enough when he had to walk down the halls of the school he worked at during passing period; this might be too much for his fragile mental state.
With a gulp, he headed down the shopping street, leaving the coin behind on the ground. The slender male kept as close to the walls as possible and avoided all contact with others. He was almost free and could see the top of the school building from where he stood. But something caught his nose. Something he hadn’t smelt since he was a child and his nanny snuck it in for him. Chocolate. That wonderful, sweet food. Ira hadn’t tasted chocolate since he was ten. It had never crossed his mind to buy any; it would have been a waste of money. At least that’s what everyone had always told him. The smell of it hit him hard and he found it hard to ignore.
The male’s eyes darted around for the source of the sweet smell and he found it quickly. Dare he go into that little shop that looked so different from the others? He really didn’t have to go to work today, he was just going into have something to do with himself. It wouldn’t kill him to go in and have one little piece of chocolate, would it? No one would know.
As if he were doing something wrong, he darted into the shop, jumping a little at the sound of the little door bells jingling. Now came the hard part. Ira lacked the idea of what to do in a situation like this. He’d never been in a place like this. Did he just sit at a table and someone would come to him or did he go to the counter? Confused, he wandered slowly up to the counter and stood there silently, waiting for something to happen.