Re: Antique Store: Louis/Sparrow
Louis came around the corner a moment later. It had been a slow afternoon, only a few customers brought in by the post he made the night before, but with the knowledge he would be selling a pair of expensive items to the young woman he spoke to in the afternoon, he wasn't worried. Saturday was a good day, and the rush to Christmas had enough connoisseurs of old things in the store that this month would be paid for, at least. He thought every morning about how mad it was that he was doing this, and then he went back to doing it, before he had too much time to panic about paying his employee and buying food. Thank god the building, at least, was now his outright.
He'd finally got the heat working properly in the building, so no winter coat today. He was dressed comfortably and professionally, a button down shirt, jacket, and simple slacks, a disposable coffee cup suspended by fingers around the rim in his left hand. "Good afternoon," he said.
She looked like a doll - like a picture of one of the dolls he'd seen as he tried to place the one sitting on the back shelf with the broken face. This girl would be turn-of-the-century, minted in some porcelain factory in Bavaria with a stamp on the back of her hair under her mohair wig, mint condition with original clothes.
He never wanted to look at another doll again, really. Dolls and the men who obsessed over them were not, per se, his cup of tea. This young girl was fresh and lovely, though, and terribly polite, and easy with the cash. He wondered about that, where a pretty girl came by that much disposable income in this city. He had seen her on the forums before - death in the lake, if he remembered right. "Am I right in thinking you're Sparrow?" he asked.