Who: Dante & Michael Where: Michael's shop When: Week 1 - Monday Evening Rating: tbd Status: closed - in progress
Two hours left in the day and all Michael wanted to do was close up shop and go to bed. It wasn't that it'd been particularly trying, but with his birthday seemingly rapidly approaching all the energy was slowly draining out of him day by day. He knew he'd been getting more and more terse with people. Hell, he still didn't understand why Brody kept on with him like there might somehow be hope there, but the cop wasn't letting go. Brody would learn. Everyone else had.
Fuck it. It was his shop. He could close up if he wanted to.
He walked over to flip the sign and lock the door before actually going through his evening routine when of course there was someone striding purposefully towards it.
Sighing heavily, he pushed the door open for the man even as he gave him his standard polite shopkeeper smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He really had to switch things to by appointment only. He'd just close up anyway, but knew far better than to upset people who were comfortable enough to walk in the front door of his shop instead of simply phoning or hiding around the back. They could make things exceedingly difficult for him no matter how free he was.
"Get your ass in here, Dante. I've got a date with my bed as soon as you're gone." Michael really didn't realize what he'd said until it was already out of his mouth, and he couldn't help but wince.