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Blue eyes peeked from behind her magazine. Fresh meat, and he didnât look like a tourist either, interesting. It became a little bit of a special hobby of hers, guessing the kind of people that entered into her place of business. Just for shits and giggles of course, he looked relaxed here. As if this was his element, but then again. there were chameleon among men. Those that seemed to move and blend into their surroundings with little to no effort. She imagined this guy was that, because otherwise he seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. The chime of the bell sounds off as Bernie pushed another barrel in. Down the aisles of albums and cds, before disappearing behind the red door. Ren ignores this, instead keeping her gaze on the man in front of her.
âBirthday present huh?â she posed rising from her stool. âHow much you looking to spend?â
âWhat ever says Iâm sorry for totalling your car in senior year,â he chuckled, slipping off his coat to drape over his forearm. âNo real price limit.â Heâd learned a while ago to not flaunt his wealth after some nasty run-ins with some of the people his brotherâs made dealings with. They were from a well-known family, and even with the initial surname change the only way out of that hole was a relocation. He couldnât really trust anyone nowadays--- even seemingly harmless record-shopkeepers. âThink I owe him a new car to be honest, but he also really loves his oldies.â












