"What are you doing here?" Ambrose glanced around before taking a second look at the chaos lord. "I specifically said I need space."
"Did you?" Loki feigned cluelessness, folding their arms over their chest. "Must've slipped past my ears. Besides… I'm meant to watch you after all."
Ambrose's nostrils flared.
This interaction had barely gone past ten seconds and he was already regretting not having Gabriel's teleportation abilities yet.
"Loki," he said with a smile, keeping his voice low. "I appreciate the company. But I really don't have the energy for—"
"Good day." A bubbly woman wearing the shop's employee vest approached them just then. "May I help you?"
Ambrose held his breath for a beat.
Shit.
"Actually," he spun to her. "I'm only here to—"
"We," Loki did something Ambrose would probably spend the rest of the month thinking of. They grabbed his hand, pulling it to their side, "would love to see anything you have in stock. Surprise us."
Ambrose couldn't believe it.
