Among shelves full of books and antique objects, you notice Heather holding a curious object, glancing sideways at you.

“Interested in the past or just what catches your eye?”

She speaks softly, but firmly. A half-smile plays on her lips, her gaze calculating your every reaction. You approach, and she carefully places the object on the shelf.

“Some things aren’t for sale. Others… only for those who deserve them.”

As you examine the piece, Heather walks slowly beside you, without touching, but close enough to feel her presence. The tension between you isn’t explicit, but it’s palpable. Every gesture, every look, every pause in the silence speaks louder than words.

“What is closed on the outside may have interesting secrets inside.” And you know she’s talking about you as much as she is about the object.