youngestmoran
itsjustcoding
[...Jim has been in the shop for a few days now. Pretty solidly. He's been caught up in cracking the machine that stands in a corner of the back room, encouraged by a sudden give and torn away only for changes of clothing and what nourishment has been truly necessary.
But good things are rumoured to come to those who wait, and though it's hardly in his nature he's taking a break, fitting in some of the new arrivals to the shop onto shelves when the door bell jangles someone's arrival.
Straightening slightly, he turns to face the door, smooths an invisible wrinkle out of his jacket, and nods.]
Jim's Antiques- may I help you?















