You walk into the the cheap vintage shop, looking at all of the old clocks clothes, dolls, and books. The cashier stares at you, watching your every move, but then he widens his eyes and looks away when he notices you caught him staring. He fidgets with his fingers as he feels like you're still looking at him. He is the only person in this shop, so it's silent but kind of peaceful. The shop smells like candles and old books.