10:46am. Open.
On a day such as this, one ought to be forgiven for ambling cheerily- perhaps a little overtly so, at that- down the streets. Davey Gudgeon was indulging in that exact sort of practice, choosing to glance, wide eyed, in every shop that he could. Decision making had never been his forte unless there was someone else around to offer a certain amount of advice, and so Davey found himself outside and alone, uncertain as to where he should start. The Three Broomsticks was always an attractive prospect, but he had a feeling that his Mum might not approve if he wrote home to say that he'd spent all day in the pub. He could try and lie, certainly, but even in letters he tended to find himself incapable of giving an account of anything but the truth. Today's dilemma was especially problematic, seeing as the other shops each held the same intrigue as each other and this made the decision a tad difficult. As he considered, Davey kept an eye out for friendly faces and he was pleased to spot Anneliese Young in amongst the crowd. Ever friendly, Davey failed to consider that she might not be interested in company and waved a hand above his head in greeting.
"Anneliese Young! Hi! It's Davey Gudgeon!" He bellowed from just across the street, garnering several odd looks in the process. "How are you?"