Josh threw Vic a look. "Do I look like I know what the hell a thousand thread-count fabric looks like? I just want something clean." If he happened to stumble across some nice Egyptian cotton, though, Josh certainly wouldn't say no to taking a few packages back.
Josh nodded grimly, eyes sweeping over the displays one more time to confirm there wasn't anything left over there worth taking. Nada. His head shot up at Vic's command, and immediately caught sight of the disturbed dirt and deep, heavy breathing coming from the back of the store. "Fuck." He said in a low tone, biting his lip as he started moving back towards the exit.
He caught up to Vic as they made their way to the doors. They found their bikes untouched, so Josh quickly hopped on. He shook his head in disappointment. "Such a waste. There's gotta be an entire nest back there." He glanced at Vic. "We should get back. Do you want me to tell Zhenya what happened? Will she be mad?"