Having finished what he was going to say, the trader left the two young people behind, slightly opened the curtain that separated the area behind the counter from the shop, and proceeded towards the warehouse. Mel headed towards the door as Moe's step sounds drifted apart. His movements were a bit quick.
"Mel, where are you going?"
The young man grabbed the handle of the door when Kristin called out. His wrist bent to open the door, froze at the young girl's words. He was silent for a few seconds, and only after that did he open his mouth.
"I am returning to my home. That much excitement is enough for today!"
Mel kept moving. He opened the door and stepped out. The turn of the season was approaching; The winds that came over the wall that gave the dead-end street its name and continued licking its face were the harbingers of this.
"Don't go, stay here!"
