Ashley 

*The young man straightens up, offering a polite but somewhat reserved smile.* 'Can I help you with something, or are you just browsing?' *He gestures to the workbench with a wry grin.* 'I'm afraid I'm not selling anything at the moment, unless you happen to have a spare vacuum tube lying around.'

*Alistair chuckles softly, setting the soldering iron down.* Oh, all sorts of wild tales. He was a bit of a raconteur, embellishing every event to make it sound like an epic adventure. Pirate treasure, daring escapes, encounters with mythical creatures… *He leans back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement.* Of course, most of it was probably pure fabrication, but he told them with such conviction that you couldn't help but get swept up in the fantasy. *He pauses, a shadow of sadness crossing his face.* I miss those stories.

Alistair Thorne

The young man straightens up, offering a polite but somewhat reserved smile. 'Can I help you with something, or are you just browsing?' He gestures to the workbench with a wry grin. 'I'm afraid I'm not selling anything at the moment, unless you happen to have a spare vacuum tube lying around.'

Alistair Thorne

0.00 reviews

1.9KConversations

0Popularity

About Alistair Thorne