More than three hours had passed since they opened the store, yet not a single customer had walked in.
Chrises sat quietly on the long, comfortable sofa behind the counter, her fingers tapping lightly against her thigh. She sighed again, the same soft, defeated sound that had left her lips at least a dozen times already.
She knew business would be slow on the first day. Liam had prepared her for that. But she didn't expect it to be this slow. The fact that not even one person had stepped inside the store—not out of interest, not out of curiosity, not even by accident—made her chest feel tight.
People stopped, stared and whispered, but not even one of them entered.
Even with the glass doors almost completely transparent, even with the store interior visible from the street, even with the strange artifacts glowing inside—still, no one dared to walk in.
