Moments after the voice called out, a young man who looked to be around the same age as this body emerged while wiping his glasses on a microfiber cloth. I know the weave is different, but the fact that it is the same material as my undergarments is strange.
An untucked, button-down, yellow flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows covered his large chest and broad shoulders. Surprisingly well built, for someone that works in a place like this.
Dark hair was longer on one side than the other, and was pushed around the dark rimmed glasses as he reseated them.
"Welcome to Welken's. I'm Marco. Parents are off today, so you've got the son instead. What can I help you with?"
The way he mentioned his parents confirmed this must be a family business. Not that I doubted Edgar.
His overall demeanor suggested someone only temporarily minding the shop rather than fully committed to the retail life. A quality I've seen before.
