“Thank you so much for that. I know it sounds insane having a butler but Alfred is the best. I adore him and it’s why I’m here trying to help him out.”
She shifted the few things in her arms to the left before holding out her right hand and smiling. “Kara— Kara Wayne. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Connor.” She handed him the list and sighed, “I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time. If it’s too much, I can go track down the creepy guy that was trying to help me earlier.”
“It’s not that insane. I mean, I never had a butler, but my parents did have a maid. It’s nice you’re helping him out.” He shook her hand, pausing as he fumbled the name around in his head. It was a few moments before it clicked and he nearly dropped his basket. One of the Waynes. THE Waynes. Not a regular Wayne like Connor himself. His face went through several different emotions and colors before he finally snapped back to reality, gripping the handles of his basket with both hands as he fought down that flutter of celebrity recognition.
“O-oh, no no, it’s no problem. I like t’help. It, uh... funny enough my last name is Wayne, too. No relation of course.” He chuckled nervously, looking down at the list and making a mental map of the store. It was easier to push back the awkwardness if he had something to concentrate on. “Okay, there’s some stuff in this aisle that you need... maybe we should get you a cart. I--wait, creepy guy? What creepy guy?” He looked around, frowning. Was it something he should call in?
