{new york city} In which a stranger comes in from the cold

Jan 03, 2010 22:43

following this.Michael had been walking for a little while, no destination in mind, and soon found himself walking past familiar store fronts. It had been weeks since he'd been there, but he remembered it. The small antique shop that he had been to a couple times in recent months. The first out of curiosity, the next because of the woman who ( Read more... )

{muse} bela talbot, {muse} michael westen, {place} bela's antiques, | completed |

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enjoythe_ride January 4 2010, 03:53:09 UTC
Bela heard the bells on the door chime behind her, and she turned around in surprise. She was supposed to be closing up, but apparently she had one last customer before the end of the night. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed down the front of her shirt before moving towards him.

"Can I help you with anything?"

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feel_theburn January 4 2010, 03:57:00 UTC
Michael glanced up as she spoke and caught himself staring for a moment, before diverting his eyes and looking around. He gave the slightest shake of his head. "No...no, I was just...looking."

He cleared his throat and continued to look around, not meeting her eyes. "But...I guess you're closing soon.."

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enjoythe_ride January 4 2010, 04:05:20 UTC
"Yes," she said with a nod. "But I'm still open for a few more minutes. If you'd like to look around."

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feel_theburn January 4 2010, 04:07:45 UTC
He nodded and started walking, his eyes moving over the products. "You have some very nice things here."

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