— re-chording. ft. graham oswald ( @graham-oswald )
Despite the holidays looming over Roman’s head like a dark cloud, there luckily hadn’t been too much traffic just yet. He knew once they got to the halfway point of November, the annoying people in their festive jumpers and loud, screeching kids would be coming in droves, demanding expensive instruments that would be used for a month in an effort of new year's resolutions only to be shoved in a corner and to collect dust for the rest of time. So really, he should have been enjoying the quiet, but it would have been more enjoyable being back home with Toni. Still, he powered through, checking over the inventory of whichever mouth-breather completed the task the day before, back straightening when he heard the dreaded sound of the bell indicating a new customer. He turned, finding the young man — Oswald something — from the city hall. A nicer person would have offered him the same grace he had shown Roman that day. But unfortunately, he was not a nicer person. “Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."