“Well, I don’t own it. But I still work here. It’s my parents shop. We like to keep it family run.” He went behind the checkout counter and brought out a few sheets of copy paper, not sure how many she needed. “Here you go, test it out all you want. If you need help though, I’ll get a message to my dad. He’s done a typewriter repair before.”
“My family hasn’y really been a family own and ran type... unless you count my aunts strange psychic business.” She said with a laugh as she watched him fetch the papers. She muttered a small thanks before feeding the papers into the machine and making a couple of adjustments. She quickly typed out ‘ Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow.’ with light taps of the keys. “The print is getting lighter but that can be fixed with a change of the ribbon. It looks good, I’ll take it.”
