Honestly, it almost threw me off a little. He looked way too normal to be related to Brok in any way. Friendly, calm, decent-looking. But people like Brok didn't keep useless people around. If Dakota really was connected to him, then there had to be more under the surface.
"Huh." I shrugged casually. "Nice."
"Nice indeed." He nodded. "People usually come here for phones and consoles. Nobody gives a damn about laptop coolers anymore unless their laptop sounds like it's about to explode."
"I know that feeling." I lied. "I'll take this one. How much?"
"Twenty bucks."
We walked back toward the counter. He rang me up while humming quietly to himself, then stuffed the cooler into a plastic bag and handed it over.
"Thanks."
"No problem, friend. Have a good day."
"You too."
I left the pawnshop with the most unnecessary purchase of my life hanging from my wrist.
The moment I stepped outside, my expression dropped.
