The words life of crime had her intrigued - was he a mobster or something? But Beverly didn't think it was that. Unless John was going for some kind of long game, he seemed like he just wanted to live his life in the small town of Starklandia and not make waves - besides, the town was kind of low on crime. Probably because it'd be pretty easy to deduce what was going on or, well, she didn't know - everyone was tired and just wanted to exist, leave me alone. That was how she felt most of the time.
"What kinds of things do you write?" she asked, giving him the bag containing the record player. "And thanks - I guess it is a little heavy. One of my friends back home is a writer too, but - " Bill was...well, he had problems writing endings? Wrapping things up? Funny that she seemed drawn to writer-types though. "I know he was going through some writer's block."
Following the signs for the exit, they could pass through a couple other departments before hitting the streets - she wanted to check out one of the bodegas, because these days they were prominent - whereas in modern times, they were kind of a lost art. The bodega culture took shape in the 1940s, so it'd interesting to be right in the middle of that.