Re: Sonrisa: oliver & hunter & appearances by cris
Oliver didn't bother to count the drawer. Money didn't hold the same fascination for him that things did, and he often became too distracted in the course of counting that the numbers turned out all different and wrong no matter how many times he did it. Usually, he just judged that it looked right, a little stack of something in each slot and a palmful of coins to depend on when it came to making change(which he often miscounted too). Of course, he'd seen at first opening that some of the till's slots were empty, but there was no mystery because the Sheriff had already told him what had happened.
And honestly, when the front door invited a gust of cold in, announcing the newcomer, Oliver was expecting more. Not necessarily a cat burglar all done up in black with a ski mask and beanie. Maybe more of a hulking moron, somebody cartoonish, the bumbling thief from comic books, always getting scooped up by spiderpeople. But the guy who walked in wasn't any of those things, and Oliver stared in his most impolite, Oliver-staring way. It was an intense look, one that waited patiently for all of a person's secrets to unfold before him like petals slowly opening on a flower.
He slowly pushed the register's drawer shut, and the strange blue of his eyes stayed on the other all the while. Eventually, drawer pushed completely closed, he turned completely to face the boy. Oliver couldn't tell if he was older or younger, but it didn't really matter because his attention was going to be shrewd and judgmental. "Which one of you is the criminal mastermind?" His eyes flicked from the boy to the puppy that was still staring longingly from the threshold.