Peering through the window, Silver caught glimps of many things that piqued his interest: an pale-faced manniquin that seemed more like an oversized porcelain doll, a small skeleton figure, framed taxidermied butterflies and insects he’d never seen before, bottles filled with who know what. Silver did not hesitate to enter the store.
Inside were things that resembled what was on display at the window but more of them, some even stranger. Silver breath was caught in his throat as he gaped at all the unique objects neatly stacked on shelves. Just then the store owner comes out from a door at the back of the shop.
“Hello, hello!”, she chirped as she gave a small curtsey, “welcome to my humble little shop of curious things! Here we have antiques, collectibles of all sorts, things that pique one’s curiosity and things that are curios themselves.”
The girl was short and had a petite physique. Here skin was slightly tanned and her short hair was a light shade almost white of purple. Her eyes were big and round and here face glowed with cheeriness. She wore a uniform similar to a steampunk outfit but with less gears and had a large decorated hairpin clipped to her hair. At first Silver thought she was cute, but decided she wasn’t really his type. He preferred older girls who were quiet, mature and serious. He preferred people like Cat. Actually, he preferred Cat.
“So, you own this place?”, he asked.
“So you must be Fifi.”
“Yup! That’s me!”
“Hmmm… cute place you got here.”
“I know, right?! I mean thanks! I just opened up here. I hope people in this city will like my stuff. There was nowhere to set up the shop back home so I had to move here…”
“Nowhere to set up the shop? Where are you from exactly?”
The question seemed to hit a nerve seeing how she immediately offered to show him the taxidermied creatures in the store.
“You’re not gonna tell me?”
She gazed at him sadly.
“Please, can I not talk about it?”
“So… is there anything I can do for you?”
“Do you have anything to do with ghosts and stuff here?”
“I write this zine based on paranormal stuff. Nobody reads it though.”, Silver laughed awkwardly.
“The Silver Paranormal, you mean?”
“Yeah. That one.”
“I love that zine! I’m a huge fan! I didn’t it was yours! I love your work, Mr., umm…”
“Just call me Silver.”
“Silver. I’m Fifi”, she said, shaking his hand.
“I know”, he replied.
“What do you do for a living, other than paranormal stuff, of course. How do you pay the bills?”
Silver scratched the back of his neck. After getting fired from his last job due to reckless behavior, he hadn’t really found one yet. Fifi understood from his body language and offered him a job at the shop.
“Are you sure?!”
“Yeah! Besides, I know you will love it here.”