Never once had he had any desire to step into the tarot shop, even if the window displays with all it’s whimsical splendour did intrigue him just a little bit. It’s for that very reason that he does end up venturing in, not because anything in particular had caught his eye, but because he knows people look. A flyer on the store-front for the annual choir recital at the St. Catherine’s would surely be beneficial. Securing permission for the flyers on the doors or windows of other establishments had been easy enough, acquainted with quite a few in town, simple LOGIC made it so people do things for people they know. He however, has zero idea of who owns this place and has never had any interest to find out, perhaps because of some unfair assumptions. He wanders in, decorations hanging from the ceiling which his tall stature struggles to avoid whilst making his way to the woman at the counter. “ Hi. How are ya? ” A polite smile is secured onto his lips. “ I was hoping to talk to you about possibly putting up a poster on your door. ” @ofbirdsongs
