cont from here || @kentackerman
Aidan hummed as Kent began to describe what he was looking for. A video game, of course. Video gamers seemed to be his biggest clientele so far and as much as he appreciated their patronage, things were becoming increasingly more difficult for him. He’d been ambitious when he did his pop-up shops, introducing the idea of getting back to less tech based games. He hadn’t ordered a ton of console games. Just enough to appeal to the niche and give himself a little cushion. So these obscure games people were asking for? He had nada.
Even without a name, this one seemed familiar though. Pulling out his phone, Aidan typed a few key words into his search bar. “I’ll be honest with you. I probably don’t have it. But if we can get a title, I can probably find you a copy...” he said, scrolling through possibilities before he spotted something that fit. “OH, is it this one? Um, Micro Machines?”
He held up his phone, flashing him an image of the cover. “It’d take some time, but depending on the price we can definitely talk barterin. I’ve seen you around the drive in, right? Got any pull there?”
