[The watch was already out on the corner, sitting on a slightly ragged red velvet cloth Louis found in one of the old cabinets the night before, cushioning it on the glass. He would be closing up shop soon, and was grateful for it. Some days, he really took to running the store, really enjoyed it. Some days, like today, all he wanted was to lock the doors, make a cuppa, and settle in to peruse the stock or read a good book.]
Evening. [He had a warmer smile than usual when he was working the counter at the store, and not falsely. Something about it put him at ease. The structure, maybe, of the interaction.] Might you be Liam?