[ John doesn't visibly react as the bloke saunters over. But, he got his attention. Good. Insofar that he hasn't been dragged into an alley and got the snot kicked out of him, yet, things are going well. John grins, still staring at the display. He retorts, his Northern, Liverpudlian accent practically overwhhelms what he's actually saying. ]
Yeah, mate, Just not in the window.
[ Although he does finger at a bouquet of carnations on a shelf curiously, liberating a wilted-looking flower head to stick in the lapel of his trenchcoat. ]
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Yeah, mate, Just not in the window.
[ Although he does finger at a bouquet of carnations on a shelf curiously, liberating a wilted-looking flower head to stick in the lapel of his trenchcoat. ]