Noticing she had finished, he put his palm over the phone briefly. "Over there" he said, pointing to two boxes, one stacked on top of the other, near the front door. Returning to his call, he took another few notes and hung up.
He let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead, before remembering he wasn't alone. It felt strange having someone else in the room with him, especially one who wasn't a customer. He was starting to grow accustomed to working alone in the shop. Draining the last of his wine, he put the cup down and took out a different book. Opening it, he took out a fountain pen and started to take notes.
"So, how far has technology progressed?" he asked casually.