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Blue eyes peeked from behind her magazine. Fresh meat, and he didn’t look like a tourist either, interesting. It became a little bit of a special hobby of hers, guessing the kind of people that entered into her place of business. Just for shits and giggles of course, he looked relaxed here. As if this was his element, but then again. there were chameleon among men. Those that seemed to move and blend into their surroundings with little to no effort. She imagined this guy was that, because otherwise he seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. The chime of the bell sounds off as Bernie pushed another barrel in. Down the aisles of albums and cds, before disappearing behind the red door. Ren ignores this, instead keeping her gaze on the man in front of her.
“Birthday present huh?” she posed rising from her stool. “How much you looking to spend?”
“What ever says I’m sorry for totalling your car in senior year,” he chuckled, slipping off his coat to drape over his forearm. “No real price limit.” He’d learned a while ago to not flaunt his wealth after some nasty run-ins with some of the people his brother’s made dealings with. They were from a well-known family, and even with the initial surname change the only way out of that hole was a relocation. He couldn’t really trust anyone nowadays--- even seemingly harmless record-shopkeepers. “Think I owe him a new car to be honest, but he also really loves his oldies.”
















