[There's a muttered something from the other side. He doesn't have to wait too long before a small panel opens to show a red eye through a little glass hole. It slams shut and the door opens to a gust of hot air.
Samantha's standing there with a very thin sheen of sweat. She jabs a thumb back behind her and steps in to let him follow before the door closes. The shop is small, moreso than one might expect. There's the counter, a few shelves with stored over-the-counter remedies and a single table on this side of it with a couple chairs.]
You want something to drink? Hope you don't mind the heat. I was working on something.
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Date: 2012-12-19 02:20 am (UTC)Samantha's standing there with a very thin sheen of sweat. She jabs a thumb back behind her and steps in to let him follow before the door closes. The shop is small, moreso than one might expect. There's the counter, a few shelves with stored over-the-counter remedies and a single table on this side of it with a couple chairs.]
You want something to drink? Hope you don't mind the heat. I was working on something.