Jordan was leaving the firehouse when he decided to take a detour home. Usually he'd leave through the front, make a right, and eventually reach his neighborhood and navigate his way to his house. But Jordan was leaving early today, and took the detour to waste time. Jordan had looked at a map to create a route home, as he had never been in this area at all. His friends said these were basically the slums of the town, so Jordan had always avoided, especially with a strict father who would helicopter his life. Pushing those thoughts aside, Jordan sat on his bike and started riding.
Most of the houses on this side of town were in decent enough shape, but the storesand businesses all looked like they were either raided or just ran out of business. As Jordan rode along, he was attracted to one store claiming that they sold magic items. He was ahead of schedule, and being the stubbornly curious teenager that he is, Jordan went inside. From the outside, the place looked like it had no inventory, but after walking through the doors, it looked like a dollar store or a pharmacy.
"Welcome to my shop! There's an item for everyone here!" The shopkeeper said, standing behind the register.
"Hello, I'm just looking around," Jordan replied.
"Oh, I'm almost sure you'll walk out of here with something," the shopkeeper jokingly said. Jordan just thought it was a tactic to make a sale, so he continued down the aisles until it was a polite time to leave. On the shelves, snowglobes and rubber balls and stuffed animals littered the shelves. As he continued, the family friendly items turned into a more adult category. Sex dice and shot glasses began to appear, and as Jordan looked down, they turned into dildos and masturbators. Jordan turned around to walk out, considering this wasn't his thing and being alone around all of that would be weird. But as he walked out, a glass picture frame caught his attention. There was an array of glass frames, but this one seemed to shine like real crystal. He picked it up, looking for a price tag or description, and almost dropped it when the shopkeeper appeared behind him, saying, "That frame is one of my more powerful items. Think of it like a three dimensional photo that can... Allow anything to happen."
Jordan put it back on the shelf, took note that he didn't leave a single fingerprint, and said, "I'm sorry, but this seems less like a 'magic shop' and more like a sex store," motioning towards the back of the store.
"Oh I can see the doubt in you kid. If you're not satisfied with a purchase- IF you truly don't believe in magic, I will give you everything in my cash register if you come back to return your item."
Jordan desperately wanted to accept, but the frame was at least $50, and he needed to save that money since his parents were putting him through the junior fire department on a toght budget.
"I don't want the money, but could you cut me a deal on the item?" Jordan asked.
"$10, and my other offer is still on, just to show you how sure I am," the shopkeeper replied. Jordan gave the woman $10, took the glass frame, and began to leave. "Oh, you'll need this," the woman called, offering a camera that developed your picture on the spot. Jordan grabbed it, and then hurried out of the store. 'Either she's going out of business right away, or she's really confident in this frame,' Jordan thought. He unlocked his bike and continued straight home.