She attentively listened to the list. At first she pictured a harmless new ager who liked jogging, wore track pants with a plain white t-shirt and possibly went to yoga classes if for no other reason because he sounded shy and it was a decent place to meet women.
Then he started listing the more dangerous substances. Suddenly he also wore gold chain necklaces, his ears were pierced with diamond studs and a few rings. The Chav image in her mind would have been solidified if his accent had been English.
She frowned.
"Let's talk about that list, shall we?"
She motioned for him to come closer as she walked behind the register. At the possibly of having a mischievous, magically inclined gangster in her store, Xanadu decided it might be a good time for her eyes. Her hands patted down the shelves located behind the counter.