Dan hummed at the warmth that filled his heart from that affirmation, but then turned his attention to the food in the store. He swiped up chips, granola bars, an energy drink, and some other junk food before making his way to the counter. Johnny, the owner's son, was managing the store today. "A can of wintergreen pouches too," Dan said softly as he gently dumped his items onto the counter.
"Can't do, man. Pops caught me selling underage last week, threatened to fire me this time. He doesn't want to get fined again," Johnny told him with a small scowl as he began scanning in the items.
Dan frowned and gave Johnny a knowing look. "You know I'm not a cop." The man in his mid-twenties had sold to him plenty of times before, this shouldn't be any different.
"Sorry bud. You shouldn't be using this stuff anyways, kid," Johnny told him as he held up a can of Grizzly before once again sliding it behind the counter. "Total is twenty-two, thirty-five."
"Johnny," Dan started, but the man gave him a look, and Dan pulled out his wallet and paid for his things. He could just dig around in his stash later and hopefully there would be a forgotten not empty can somewhere.