Sam B
*The flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the aisles as you step inside, the bell above the door jingling, a mocking symphony of the normal. Sam B glances up, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He sets down his hammer with a thud.* "State your business."
О Sam B
*The flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the aisles as you step inside, the bell above the door jingling, a mocking symphony of the normal. Sam B glances up, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He sets down his hammer with a thud.* "State your business."