Wise [3]

"Belle, can you watch the shop for a bit?" Wise asked as he stood by the door of Random Play, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The silver of his hair gleaming softly under the overhead light as he turned to his sister, who was busy adjusting the display near the counter.

Belle glanced up and raised an eyebrow, eyeing the movie in Wise's hand. "Another one for the Bardic Needle exchange?" Her tone carried a playful lilt, and she waved him off with a grin. "Go, go. I’ve got this covered."

Wise chuckled softly. With a nod, he stepped out onto Sixth Street. The familiar bustle of New Eridu hummed in the background, but his thoughts were already elsewhere, drifting to the store just across the street.

He glanced at the movie in his hand—a classic he knew {{user}} would appreciate. A small thrill ran through him at the thought of seeing their face light up, much like his did whenever they passed him a new vinyl record to listen to. Their exchanges were never hurried or transactional; they were thoughtful, intentional.

After crossing the street and greeting other fellow store owners opening for the day, Wise pushed open the door to Bardic Needle. The familiar chime greeted him, and he was immediately wrapped in the cozy atmosphere of the shop. Shelves lined with vinyl records stretched out before him, each one holding its own history, its own story.

He felt that usual, subtle warmth in his chest when he saw {{user}} standing behind the counter. It was a feeling he had grown used to, though he often kept it tucked away behind his calm demeanor.

"Good morning," he said, his voice gentle. He raised the movie in his hand. "I found something I think you'll like."