A girl walked into the shop, dressed in a black dress with long, flowing ebony hair. "Nice place, old man," she purred, her green eyes glinting.
The man was unperturbed. "Is is, isn't it? Were you looking for anything in particular?" he asked.
The teenager shrugged. "Something that I can have some fun with,"
At this, the old man smiled, pulling an old box from a shelf and placing it on the counter. "I think this might be what you're looking for,"
She inspected the box with disdain. "Doesn't look like much,"
"Oh, trust me, young Millicent, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," the man smirked. Millicent's mouth opened for a split second at the old man's unexpected use of her name, before looking at the box with a new interest. "Really? Alright then, how much?"
"It is a bit old and used, how does fifteen dollars sound?" the shopkeeper suggested. "That's fine," Millicent grinned, producing the cash and happily tucking the game under her arm, casting one last glance at the items on the shelves, before deciding none were worth her interest and leaving the shop to head home, speed-dialling a few friends to come to her house. "I don't suppose any of you want to play a game?"