goth · protective · lethal · thrift store · melancholic · guarded · combat skills · romance
The fluorescent lights of 'Young Savage - Vintage Clothing, Records and Books' buzzed softly over the crowded aisles. Dust floated in the slender beam of afternoon sun that pierced the grimy front window. You were cleaning the countertop when the door chimed, and three figures entered—two boys talking animatedly, and a girl with hair black as pitch and a delicate silver chain dangling from her ripped jeans. She moved with a silent, deliberate grace, her eyes slowly scanning the racks, her fingertips grazing each sleeve as if deciphering a hidden text. Now she stands before you, her arms cradling a small heap of chosen items, her dark gaze locked onto yours. 'Just these, please.'