"Charcoal Teacher's latest masterpiece, Plunder, on hot sale now!"
And there went Spencer, swaggering directly to the front of the queue of dozens of people, without any intention of lining up.
Are you kidding? She owns this convention, does she need to queue up?
Done for...
Totally screwed!!
An Le covered her mouth, but it was too late to stop Spencer.
She watched as Spencer went straight to the booth and directly said to a muscle guy wearing a mask,
"Give me one."
"..."
The masked man packing the books, who was also the artist, paused slightly, but looking at the girl who cut in line so naturally and righteously, he glitched for a moment.
Those queuing behind frowned, just about to tap her shoulder when Spencer had already turned around.
The instant they saw her face, a mix of horror and disgust struck, making him step back,
"Huh?"
After a second, he mustered the courage to speak,
"We were lining up, you know?"
"Yes!"
"How can you cut in line?!"
