The fluorescent light of the convenience store blinded Adam as he walked in. The clerk looked up from his crossword puzzle for a moment and then hunched over the counter again. He walked over to the section with the liquor, noting his bulging reflection in the convex mirror in the corner. He leaned his forehead against the cool transparent door in front of the fridge filled with beer. After a moment of consideration, he pulled out a case of the cheapest beer. At the counter, he gave the clerk a scratched lottery ticket as payment, took his change, and left.
