Ring! Ring! Ring!
The bell behind the door rang, as Michael and his group entered the shop.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
"Sans, give them the catalog!" said a voice coming from the back room of the shop, while they could hear the clanging of metal against each other.
"Yes sir!" a young man around Michael's age answered behind the counter, and took out eight iPads on the drawer by his legs.
Then the young man named Sans distributed the iPads to Michael and his group, which made the people who came here for the first time raised an eyebrow as they didn't expect that the owner of this place wouldn't even greet them, and personally ask what items they are looking for, unlike in their former organization where there would be people attending to their needs.
"Come on, there's everything in there and already categorized" Michael said as he waved his hand towards Sans, rejecting the iPad that's being handed to him.
