Wayne hadn't even turned around when he heard the clank of the cowbell that hung over the door. He reckoned that if the person who'd wandered in from the warmth of outside wanted to make a purchase, he'd make his way to the till eventually; otherwise, Wayne would gladly thank him for stopping in as he left. Black Circle got a number of browsers, but rarely any buyers. It was the way of things.
He had been perusing the blue-eyed soul section of the store's stock, looking for a little something to listen to, when he heard the question from behind him.
"Yes sir," he said as he turned. "What can I--"
He stopped dead, staring and gaping at his old professor. He found himself gasping for words, managing to barely eke out a hushed "Holy shit."