[He'd ask what kind of juice, but that'd just asking for more trouble. Now that the cashier is making eye contact, he just wants to get it all over with as quickly as possible.
He mumbles his request -- a kiddie juice for Shinji and a sweet citrus soda for himself -- and pays with cash, flinching reflexively when the stranger's hands move towards him. It's a relief to move away from the stand, and he does so perhaps a little more hastily than is normal-looking. He shoves Shinji's juice at him only when the social contact is entirely broken, and glances nervously at the signs pointing to the various areas of the zoo.]
There. Don't complain if it's not the one you like.
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He mumbles his request -- a kiddie juice for Shinji and a sweet citrus soda for himself -- and pays with cash, flinching reflexively when the stranger's hands move towards him. It's a relief to move away from the stand, and he does so perhaps a little more hastily than is normal-looking. He shoves Shinji's juice at him only when the social contact is entirely broken, and glances nervously at the signs pointing to the various areas of the zoo.]
There. Don't complain if it's not the one you like.