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I'm standing in a shop that has some new age stuff. Slowly, I walk around looking at everything. Not many people came in here but I know people come here to get incenses for rituals and other things that they can get. Fascination is written over my face as I look around. I don't know the person who works here. It a different person every time I come in. This time is a girl with blond hair. It seems like she's busy with the magazine in her hand.
When she notices me just walking around, she comes up and asks if I need help finding anything. I knew I wasn't going to buy anything but I still liked being in there. I respond and just tell her no and that I'm just looking around. The place is dim lighted and weird music is playing. The incenses may not have been lighted but it was easy to tell when you were near them.
Her voice is polite and yet somewhat eager to help share the knowledge that she has. Smiling, she goes back to the magazine she is reading as if I'll leave anytime soon. Soon more people come in looking at the shirts that they sell and the girl is busy helping them. She was enthusiastic about telling them about the store and how much she enjoyed working there.