Sween Blackthorne opened her father’s Book & Barber Shop on rainy morning. The old windows were tinted slightly, and the shop smelled of books and shaving-cream.
She organized the stacks of books that had been shipped in the day before, waiting for the day’s first customer.
Most days seemed to repeat themselves, same customers when there were any, same time if they did arrive.
She always was ready for the next customer,
keeping her tab-book close in case she needed to write a reminder or bill someone; and to keep record of which books and how much they were sold for.
“Sween, close up shop today.” Ordered her father, closing the curtains. She did as she was bid, then sat at the small table in a corner.
Her black curls were pulled away from her pale face, just enough so she could work.
David Blackthorne sat across from Sween, his dark green eyes were like cold emerald stones as he tried to smile. “Sween, listen to me, we have to get our shop ready for a visitor.
Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. But I need you to go and make up the guest room upstairs.”
She nodded, getting up to tidy the extra room.
A little after lunch, Sween heard a knock on the door. She opened it to see a rather tall man with curly, dark brown hair and odd brown eyes. “Can we help you, sir?”
The stranger looked around nervously in the street. “Maybe.”
“Will you come in?” Sween moved from the doorway to allow him to pass inside.
David came into the front room where Sween and the stranger were, he slowly approached him. “What is your name, sir?”
“Connor, Connor Wolfvric.”