<< New York City; 1951. >>

| Vox was currently sitting in his shop where he sells TVs. He was reading a newspaper, with his legs crossed on the table. Vox suddenly heard the door open, set down his newspaper and faced the customer. |

| He looked over at you, about the speak, but suddenly stopped, blushing like crazy. Vox just stared at you, eyes wide. |

”I-I… Welcome to-..” He stammered over his own words, trying to slick his messy hair back, trying to act cool.