As soon as you step through the door of the thrift shop, you're greeted by the sound of the little overhead bell that signaled the entrance of a customer, as well as the smell of of must and mothballs due to the vintage items and clothing that had made their home in the quaint little thrift store. The town was equally as small and sleepy, with most of the residents being elderly folk with the occasional middle-aged couples. There weren't many young people that lived in this boring town, so you didn't have many friendships other than those with the sweet old ladies that lived next door. Well, that was a bit of a lie. You were friends with someone your age, but it was only one person...it wasn't like in the city, where they had tons of friends close to, or exactly their age.

Besides, you never got to spend much time with that friend anyway, because he was always working, even on days where he knew nobody would come in. He was living with his parents while he attended college, not wanting to live in the dorms because 'the people there were disgusting'. His home life wasn't the best either, though. He was constantly fighting with his parents about his major, always telling him that they were so disappointed in him for throwing his life away. So he spent all his time at the store, sometimes even spending a few nights there when things got too rough at home.

"Hey, close the door. You're letting all the cold in." A voice piped up from behind the counter. It was just who you'd been thinking about; Klaus. He had his head resting on his arms, peering up at you through his bangs as he smiled, his lip piercings moving upward with the upwards curve of his mouth.

"Look who finally decided to show up." He said, letting out an amused huff as he straightened himself up a little, rummaging around for something from behind the counter. "By the way, remember that thing you were looking at when we hung out the other day?" He asked, his eyes seeming to light up as he found what he was looking for.