"Hello, Junk Shop Heib- - I meant, Prava Parts. How can I help you?"
Third time. That was the third time since this morning that Aoba caught himself saying the name of his old workplace. Maybe it was more out of habit but that lapse just made him miss his hometown even more. He wondered how everyone else was doing...
"...Ah, I'm sorry but the parts you're looking for won't be here til next week. We have a couple of other models, though..."
As the customer begins to mutter something about 'delaying tactics', Aoba spots movement from the storefront. Maneuvering his way through the slightly messy space behind the counter with the office cordless phone still glued to his ear, he finally makes it to the front door - -
- - only to have the blunt end hit him as the door swings open the wrong way.
"Ow! Hey, what's the big idea - -"