[color=AntiqueWhite][h3][u]Tachibana Quint[/u][/h3][/color]

If Quint had noticed her eyeing him up, he had made no visual indications. Pulling out a pad of paper and made a few notes, his brows rising slightly when she bumped into the door frame, and attempted to rub it like one might to smudged glass, before leaving. Returning her wave with a curt nod, and waiting for her to leave his sight, he let himself quietly laugh out loud. She hadn’t seemed clumsy from his initial observation…

He couldn’t help but wonder what she might be like the next time they met up, certainly knew more about the neighbor to his shop than an hour ago.

Well, time to break for lunch. Swiping the clipboard off of the counter as he made his way to the back of his shop, he returned to front of the store, flipping a sign before stepping out the door…

Now, what did he want to eat today?

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