"I just wish I wasn't stuck between decisions."
“Don’t we all,” Damien replies before remembering that he is supposed to help customers and not throw his sarcastic commentary at them. He clears his throat and gets off from the stool he had been sitting on, walking from behind the counter to where the girl is standing. “Do you have your list with you?” he asks her, glancing at her hands in hopes of finding a piece of parchment there with whatever it was that she was looking for written on it.











