Zach wasn't going to get involved. He didn't like getting involved. He liked minding his own damned business. He liked accomplishing what he came to do and leaving quickly. He liked mostly ignoring other people.
Zach was also grouchy and tired and sore from this moon's shift, and his already heightened senses were dialed to eleven. Which meant that as well as overhearing everything that passed between the blonde and the salesman, it pissed him right off. He couldn't imagine anyone talking to him like that, and for all the salesman knew, this woman was the next star of the Harpies. She wasn't, of course. Zach kept up on league news, for all that he no longer played. But the average bloke wouldn't know that.
He'd really only come to drop off promotional materials for the Nimbus Millenium 2, which was due out at the end of the month. Nimbus was doing the official unveiling here at Quality Quidditch Supplies, and since Zach was the lead designer- his first time as such, too- he was meant to make an appearance.
But he found himself shoving the box of pamphlets and posters on the counter, glaring at the man in charge of the shop, and following the woman out into the street.
Coming to a stop behind her, Zach said, "You're better off waiting for the new Nimbus, anyway. Has updated charms to make flying at night safer. And turns on a knut."