"It's April!" Leo muttered, swerving around a display of lawnmowers. "People go to gym pools! People go on vacations!"
His phone vibrated in his pocket—another text from Maya. “Don’t forget! The boat leaves at 6 AM sharp. No trunks, no snorkeling. 🤿💦” where can i buy swimming trunks
He cornered a weary-looking employee stocking industrial-sized jars of pickles. "Excuse me," Leo panted. "Where can I buy swimming trunks? Right now. Today." "It's April
"They're a lifestyle choice, Maya," Leo said, adjusting his sunglasses. "And they're the only reason I'm here." "It's April!" Leo muttered
Leo grabbed them like they were made of solid gold. Ten minutes later, he was at the checkout, the pugs staring back at him from the conveyor belt. "Going somewhere fun?" the cashier asked, scanning the tag.