My very *cough* belated *cough* gift for @temperatezone for the Good Omens Exchange. I forgot to post it, pls forgive me.
I should start at the beginning, or maybe a little before then.
Anthony slunk around the shop, poking at this and that but (thankfully) not breaking anything. I’m not sure how he was even able to see my inventory, what with his dark shades. But he seemed to be satisfied with what he saw when he finally approached the counter and leaned half his body on it.
“Say, do you happen to carry wine? Anything from 1865?”
...I own an art shop.
