Jill made her way to the front counter, a simple desk with a modern looking cash register, at least for the 90s. there she saw the owner setting up new displays for dog toys and putting cans of cat food on the counter. She saw that the owner was an old man that could have be in his 70s maybe as he finishes up the displays, putting a bowl of treats onto the countertop next to 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 whose name tag read "Tom" asked in a deep humble voice.
"yes, I would like to talk to you about...something?" Jill started to ask but she began to feel weird again. The energy she felt from before was more muscular 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?" Tom asks the young woman, wondering what she would ask?