Teenagers came in a lot -- it was some sort of new phase for them all, to shop for things that were used and vintage. Most of them? Kind of little assholes. Gold would be the first to admit that he had little time or patience for ignorant youths.
She seemed different though; carrying herself with respect and a sense of calm. Not that he needed to approve, but he did anyway.
He settled his pen on top of his newspaper. "Were you looking for something in particular, dearie?" Hello? No. Who even said that?