[ he's already there to meet and greet her, rising from his spot by the register. the store lights are dimmed, the displays dark and lifeless for the night. he's little more than a man-shaped patch of shadow in the dimness, but he still holds a hand out to her in greeting, in invite. ]
This way.
[ said, as he turns on his heel, makes his way to the discreet door near the back of the shop, hidden behind stacked casks and displays. the back, leading to his office, his one spot of refuge in this town these days. that, at least, is well-lit. ]
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This way.
[ said, as he turns on his heel, makes his way to the discreet door near the back of the shop, hidden behind stacked casks and displays. the back, leading to his office, his one spot of refuge in this town these days. that, at least, is well-lit. ]