The chime attached to the door rang softly, alerting me that someone had entered. I glanced at the clock and saw it was just five minutes to closing. I sighed as I put on a smile and moved to greet the customer. A warm reception made the customers more likely to buy something and return later. However I was still hoping that this would be quick.
“Hello, sir, how may I help you?” I asked. He was tall; taller than me and I’m a tall woman. I felt dainty standing next to him, a feeling I don’t get very often. Without my heels, my head would probably just reach his chin.
He had a classically handsome face–strong chin, full lips, straight nose, and dark gray eyes. His eyes were what captured me. Such an unusual color meant he definitely had some magic in his blood, but they were so cold I physically shivered. This man was up to no good.
Finally, he spoke. “Where is your destruction section?” His voice was deep and rolled over me in a wave.
“I’m sorry, sir. This is a white shop, we don’t carry such things.” Destructive magic, charms and potions included, took quite the toll on both the creator and the user. It just wasn’t worth it to me to take such a risk with my soul. Plus, destructive magic was closely controlled and monitored by the government. Unauthorized use was highly illegal.
“Come now, I’m sure you have something. I’m quite willing to pay whatever you’re asking.” His tone had taken on a slight edge of menace.
“Sir, I promise you, there is no destructive magic here. There aren’t any secret rooms or hidden panels. I use and sell white magic only. You should try Reynold’s place in the square. He’s licensed and sells all types of magic.”
Writing prompts: chime, reception, destruction