John made his way to the front counter, a simple desk with a modern cash register for the 90s, from the looks of things the store owner is setting up new displays for dog toys and cans of cat food. You see the owner in person an old man that could be older than his 70s maybe finishing up the displays and was putting a bowl of treats onto the counter by the register. he was wearing brown slacks, work boots, a button-up shirt, and an apron with the store's logo on it.
"Welcome, how may I be of assistance" the old man asked in a deep humble voice.
"yes, I would like to talk to you about...something?" John started to ask but he begins to feel strange. the energy he felt from before was stronger now as he felt a need to try one of the animal treats on the table before he snapped back to reality.
"what do you want to talk about?"