For a few moments, the only sound Titus could hear over his hammering heart was the heavy panting from the newcomer he identified as Vicky by the smell, a potent odor that reminded him of ripe fruit mixed with an overbearing perfume. The perfume was a new addition, likely a result of her new job, though he wasn't sure how a maid was able to afford such an expensive brand. His best guess, short of theft, was that she was receiving it as a gift.
"Can I help you?" the shop owner finally asked in disbelief. It seemed the shock had finally ebbed.
"Where is he?" Vicky demanded.
"Who?" The shop owner questioned.
