At the sight of Elizabeth exiting the lingerie store, a smile attempted to spread across Ian's face until he noticed the pretty, little bag in her hand. His cheeks flushed a little as a short fantasy of what could be in it flashed in his mind, but all too quickly did his face harden in a frown. Without answering Elizabeth's question, he stormed right passed her, snatching the bag from her hand and catching the shop door before it closed. He marched over to the counter, cutting the couple in line and slapped the bag down before the clerk.
"Whatever she paid for it, I want it back!" he growled.
"Hey buddy," came the gentleman he had cut. When he caught Ian's eyes, he gave him a light but forceful shove back, enough to make him stumble back as he stepped in front to pay for his girl's clothes. "How about you get to the back of the line?"
Ian's right hand balled into a tight fist. He looked about ready to sock the guy one.
"Whatever she paid for it, I want it back!" he growled.
"Hey buddy," came the gentleman he had cut. When he caught Ian's eyes, he gave him a light but forceful shove back, enough to make him stumble back as he stepped in front to pay for his girl's clothes. "How about you get to the back of the line?"
Ian's right hand balled into a tight fist. He looked about ready to sock the guy one.