Mr. GOLD : At his pawn and antique shop
Once that whole sickness epidemic had cleared up, his offices at City Hall had been especially busy: there had been an awful lot to catch up on, after all.
Gold was no stranger to hard work. He honestly even enjoyed it a little bit more than he should have. There was something satisfying about knowing you'd worked hard enough to really feel tired every night.
Still, all it really meant was that he hadn't had much time for his little antique and pawn shop. While it wasn't exactly often that he had big business in the shop, he did like being there. It was comforting in it's own right, with all of it's odd and ends and strangely moody lighting situation.
It gave him time to work on fixing little things; clocks, watches, what have you.
If there was one thing he had not expected tonight, it was someone walking into his shop. He looked up at the sound of footsteps.