02-07-2015, 12:57 AM
He clacked when he moved. She knew it wasn't shoes. Shaking her head, Valentina popped the marbles into a brown paper bag, a small one. The tissue paper she'd wrapped them in crinkled.
Valentina leaned to the side once she was done. Now where had he gone? The backroom was only supposed to be for certain customers, the regulars. The shop owner insisted on it. The strawberry blonde sauntered into the back. "Excuse me, but you aren't allowed back here. Only regular customers are. The owner insists on it."
She tilted her head and forced a smile to her lips. "I'm sure I could help you find something for your friend out in the front of the shop."
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