Check out those teen girls.

Alright.

Time to crank up the charm.

Slicking back a non-existent lock of hair, Larry shifted the straps of his backpack across his shoulders and waltzed over to the chatty girls. And man, were they cute.

One was a straight-haired brown haired girl, skinny but with a nice tight butt as made apparent in her blue denim jeans. The other was a blonde chick who totally was a cheerleader, with a ponytail, even, in light blue a knee length skirt, and the third girl was a maybe Filipino chick? Either way, she had on a pretty button nose and a stellar bod, in a white tanktop and high rising mom jeans. Almost had Larry beat.

Just as he closed some distance between them, the girls let out a simultaneous groan. Or was it a mewl. Grewl? Whatever it was, instinctively, he froze.

"That's, no!" the Filipina held a hand to her mouth.

The blonde gave off a sheen-ready smirk. "Yes, he said so. Even Jimmy said."

"Crazy," laughed the straight haired brunette. Her eyes were a striking brown.

"But that's the pastor's kid!"

"I know! That's why!"

"But I thought Gil had to move in with his mom? How's he still have access to weed anyway?"

"Ssh," the blonde hushed the Filipina chick. "Marice!"

"Shoot. Sorry." Obviously, Marice was more irked by her friend's attitude than remorseful. About, like, being loud, in a public, densely populated area. Where it was a lot of other loud people publicly populating it.

"Relax, Carla," the brunette rolled her eyes. Striking brown eyes, that is. "It's not like he's going to show up behind us or something."

"Whatever, girl." Cocking a hip and twiddling with her ponytail, blondie continued, "It's a small world. And Mr. Donahue's brother works here in the food hall remember?"

The brunette was staring at the floor, distracted. "You know I don't get it, like, smoking and all that. I mean, you do you, but..."

"What, you never tried it?" asked Marice.

"Nah."

"Do you want to?" nudged Carla.

"Nah. I'm good." Suddenly, she straightened. "What is this, peer pressure 101, guys? Sheesh!"

As the other girls started jabbing and laughing, Larry decided he'd had enough.

Having taken a seat by the nearby bench, across from the one positioned in the center of the walkway that one woman was sitting at, he had his backpack in his lap, with the gun discreetly peeking through the teeth of the zip.

Carefully, he pulled the trigger back through the fabric of the backpack, watching as a barely visible beam of light smattered against his target.