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Post by miles on Jan 31, 2012 9:32:16 GMT -5
Tuesdays were always a slow day at Dominic Maesto's. It was 11:31 am and Miles was currently sat behind the stores counter, rocked back onto the hind legs of an old wooden chair with his feet kicked up onto the counters edge. In his lap was a muggle magazine about cars and loose around his neck sat large headphones, the faint buzz of music coming from each ear was the only sound that could be heard in the quiet shop. It was boring for sure but Miles didn't mind all that much. He'd managed to keep himself occupied so far.
When he'd first arrived he'd spent around an hour sorting out his inventory, then a delivery had arrived and he'd spent another half hour putting the new arrivals out onto the shelves. Most of the work, such as price changes and whether or not any items were going on sale, had been done yesterday so there wasn't much left to do around the shop today but wait for someone to come in. He'd had exactly four customers so far, a woman and a young child and two guys around his age who had come in to purchase some music equipment. Miles had wondered vaguely if they were in a band but hadn't bothered to ask.
That had been his morning so far, dull and slow but nothing he hadn't expected. Leaning over to grab the styrofoam cup half full of warm coffee, Miles sipped from it, his eyes only left the page he was reading to check the time on the clock sat on the wall off to the side. 11:34 am. He considered closing up shop so that he could grab some dinner from the nearby cafe and after a minute of debating he decided he would do so if no one came in within the next fifteen minutes. It was pretty much dead after all and he was starving. He wouldn't lose any business if he closed for an hour, not much anyway.
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