When the Pawn: Drea ✘ Roulette
Drea rubbed her palms on the thighs of her jeans like some fifth grader at a moving-up dance. The blonde from Saturday said to check back into Bishop & Pawn this week, that they were supposed to be opening their doors again, and that’s where Drea could find Jessica. It was a little frustrating to know that her instincts had been right, but the wrong timing. But the time was now, so Drea had walked down Broad Street almost six blocks until she was standing in front of a pawn shop that proclaimed, Grand Opening! and wondered what it had looked like before. When she went inside, everything seemed very posh and clean, especially for what she was used to seeing from pawn shops on the corner of busy city intersections. The best they had going for them was the metal store-front covers that seemed like garages.
Her dark brown eyes moved over the floor where some fancy looking carpet lie, over the white showcases filled with pawned jewelry, past the paintings that hung on the walls, trying not to get caught up in the case of vinyl. When she got to the counter, she briefly realized she had no cover story, and wondered if she even needed one to get to Jessica—she was the owner, after all. And, well, if Drea was being honest, she could use a job. She couldn’t up and get back into firefighting right now, her mind and heart wasn’t in it and that was a dangerous issue. All her running helped her stay in shape, but it wasn’t enough. Scanning the people working behind the glass counter, Drea wondered which one she could be. Biting her lip, she tapped on the countertop just to show she had an interest in speaking with someone, and when someone came by, she said, “Hey, I’m looking to speak to the owner?”