"Do you by chance have red and black for the wool?" Belle asked the shopkeeper while her eyes scanned the wools displayed in front of his shop.
The man had baldness at the center of his head, which he didn't bother to hide behind a hat. And the three permanent lines etched on his forehead made Belle believe that he had frowned a lot when he was younger.
"Let me check." He ran inside the shop, and for the next few seconds, Belle stood there waiting for him. So far, staying among the people has been safer than she had expected.
"These are the only stocks available, but I'm afraid they would cost you more than the others you bought." He said this while spreading the balls of wool apart from each other to allow her have a better view of them.
Belle stared at the new set of wools that were brought, and when she raised her gaze to meet the man's black eyes, there was confusion present on her face. "Why is that?"
