@appriciity
She initially approached the man because he smelt of the familiar, slightly dusty smell that pervaded the backroom of the thrift shop, and so she could only assume he dealt with older objects too, otherwise the scent wouldn’t have clung to his clothes like a burr. The second reason was that the shop was quite empty, and she needed something to do besides sort through their inventory.
“Is there anything in particular that you’re looking for?” she asked, which was decidedly more socially acceptable than admitting that he smelled faintly of mold.










