(( Sort of a continuation of @caezsucksdangs modern day au twin road trip :P )) "...fine, but this is the last one, I'm not letting you drag me around little backward ass shops the entire time." "Okay, okay, last one." Sterre glanced over the top of their book. They had a great view of the door from the counter, whilst being conveniently hidden behind the piles of books and furniture. They leaned back in their chair slightly to get a better look, feet on the desk keeping them anchored. Two guys, twins, possibly in their mid-twenties? Not like the usual customers, but welcome all the same. The one with longer hair immediately began looking through the bookshelf closest to the door. His brother, apparently annoyed that he was even in the antique shop, looked around before deciding that a box of vinyl was worth his interest. Sterre glanced back down at their book, but the words didn't seem as stimulating as they had before these two had walked in. They set is down and quietly made their way over to a small table off to one side. From here they had a better view of the brother looking through vinyl, and after getting a look at his face it was worse than they'd feared. They busied themself with rearranging the small stock of crystals and pendants, hoping that they wouldn't be blushing this much when the brothers inevitably spoke to them. Thanking every god in existence that they hadn't been noticed, Sterre headed back to their desk and buried themself in their book. This was silly, they couldn't go around falling for every cute entity that walked through the door, especially two...at the same time...who happened to be twins... Fuck. So engulfed in the cataclysmic thoughts running round their head they barely noticed the items being set down by their feet. A flick to their ankle quickly got their attention, and gained the supplier an unimpressed glare. The longer-haired twin gave them a friendly grin, "I'd like to buy these." Sterre glanced at his finds; several books, a strange looking box that wouldn't open, a pair of worn leather boots, what appeared to be a mining lantern, and a nice looking scarf. "47 dollars." As he fished through his pockets for the money his brother came to join them. "Seriously? Nearly 50 dollars for this junk?" That earned him a glare from Sterre, but his brother just sighed. "It's not junk, Stix." The brother, Stix, rolled his eyes. "If you really think its junk, why do you happen to be holding a record behind your back?" Sterre smirked as Stix placed the record on the counter. His twin was grinning again, "I knew you'd find something you like." "I wouldn't go that far." Sterre fished a couple of bags from one of the desk draws whilst the brothers continued to quietly bicker. It was funny hearing them joke, obviously not caring about their differences but not wanting to let it show. They placed the items in the bags, "Anything else I can help you with?" "No, but I'm sure we'll be back." Stix handed them the money and picked up his back. He gave a pointed look to his brother and headed out. The brother pretended not to notice. He paid Sterre as well and headed out, but paused. He turned back to them, fishing around in his pocket for something. "Actually, maybe you can help me. I'm looking for, uh..." He pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and handed it over, "this book. Do you have it?" Sterre unfolded the paper. "We don't have it, no. I could keep an eye out for it though?" He grin, "Would you? That would be so helpful, uh," he took the paper back and scribbled something down, "here's my number." He pushed the paper back into their hand, causing Sterre to blush slightly. He hesitated slightly, then suddenly realised his hand was still in theirs. He quickly retreated. "Um, so, let me know if you find one." Sterre nodded. "Sure, no problem." His grin was back, "Thanks for you help." He headed out to join his brother, who appeared to be getting impatient. Sterre waited until they were out of sight before looking down at the paper. "Ghet Hel, huh?" He had nice handwriting, they wondered if his brother's was the same... They let out a groan and flopped down into their chair, "I'm such a cliché..."
