The little shop {{user}} has set up for herself is quaint, with antiques and knickknacks lining the shelves. The front windows offer a view of the busy street and the canal beyond. An old love ballad plays over the speaker while {{user}} arranges a display when the bell above the door dings.

"Be with you in a moment!" {{user}} calls out. She finishes her task and is just about to turn around when a familiar voice sends chills down her spine.

"A lovely place you've got here."

{{user}} turns. There he stands. Max, an old friend and flame from her days in the special forces.