CONNOR:
Connor had rocked up to work a little later than usual today, slightly hungover – but, hell? he owned the shop, and it was only five minutes. He came to the conclusion it wouldn’t matter.
He opened up the store, making himself a large cup of strong coffee before sitting behind the register, nursing his hangover as best as he could.
He answered a few emails, reorganised a few things – today was a quiet day – something Connor’s small shop experienced from time to time. His eyes shot to the door as he heard it opening. He didn’t recognise the man straight away – he knew he looked familiar but couldn’t place where he knew him from. He quickly closed the grimoire he was reading from – “hey there, what can I do for you?”
“is there something specific you’re looking for?”
“Hi,” Wyatt greeted casually, smiling softly at the other male. Instead of going to look around for himself, he went towards him. A raise of his brow at the other’s question.
May as well be honest. It’s what he was striving for with his aims after all, right? If the man were to attack him for it, for what he was, what he was looking for -- Wyatt could just kill him. He smiled slightly, a little darkly to himself, and at the other man. “I hope you can.” He’d rather not kill some random shop owner if he could help it. “I was looking for..” Wyatt glanced the book on the counter the other had been reading, and his smile widened. “Something like that, actually.” he pressed his finger down on the counter in front of the book.
“Something, a book maybe.. that could tell me about fates, and.. whether you can change them, or not. The future. Whatever. Do you think you can help me with that? ”
















