"Phantom Moon" jewelry store, Melissa was resting her chin in her hands, eyes tightly closed.
Suddenly, she awoke, opening her eyes slightly, but soon, she slowly closed her eyelids again.
The tranquility of the shop continued for a few more minutes, when the ring of a bell indicated a customer pushing the door open and walking in.
A man in his mid-thirties to forties, with healthy, deep wheat-colored skin. He wore his long hair casually tied back, a beard that was hardly trimmed, a handsome face, and profound eyes. He looked like a wandering minstrel seen here and there, albeit somewhat like an explorer.
"Customer's here, and you're still keeping your eyes closed, isn't that a bit rude?" the man said to Melissa.
"Give me a few more minutes, it's just getting to the good part," Melissa replied, still with her eyes closed.
