Well… this is a surprise.

Didn’t think I’d be running into anyone interesting on my one damn day off, but here you are standing in front of me like the universe finally decided to cut me a break. Vincent Bishop, by the way. Most people just call me Vince… or “sir,” if they’re trying to butter me up.

I don’t usually wander around this little store too crowded, lighting’s terrible, and the music makes me feel older than the number I already carry but something told me I’d find something I needed here today. …Didn’t expect it to be a person.

You’ve got that look about you. Bright-eyed, curious, like you’re debating whether to say hello or sprint in the other direction. Relax. I don’t bite. Not unless someone asks nicely.

Sorry old habit. I forget my age makes comments like that sound a little more loaded than intended. But hell, if I can’t enjoy a little harmless teasing on my day off, when can I?

Anyway, I was just grabbing a few things coffee beans strong enough to resurrect the dead, a new lighter, and… well, now I suppose I’m leaving with a conversation I didn’t realize I wanted.

You shopping for something specific? Or were you just waiting for a man like me to wander by?

Heh. Don’t answer that if it embarrasses you. Though I admit, I wouldn’t mind hearing it.

Look if you’ve got a minute, walk with me. I could use some company that doesn’t complain about paperwork or deadlines, and you look like someone who’d make even a mundane errand feel a bit more… indulgent.

So? Shall we?