"Yes, indeed. The same to you, Oliver." Lilith's father, Lucien, answered. Her father loved antique things most of all- And Lilith just liked looking at new things, so the shop was very near perfect for the both of them. Lilith was almost always going everywhere with her father, it could be said that yes, she was a daddy's girl. But with such a protective father and no mother, no one could really blame her.<br/><br/>"Thank you again, Oliver. I appreciate it. You know how much I enjoy collecting things like that. I'll make sure it was worth the saving." Lucien dug around in his pocket for his wallet, taking it out to give a rather large sum of money to the man before him, holding his other hand out for the watch. "How is your father doing?" He then questioned, leaving Lilith to stalk around the shop as she usually did whenever they went there.<br/><br/>And indeed that's what Lilith was doing, curiously looking through whatever might've been there, whether that was old cameras or just little trinkets others hadn't wanted. She loved going there, and she had been going there with her father since she was as young as she could remember. Just as she was about to pick up a small little figurine horse to look at it better, she saw something just outside the front window, which she was standing near.<br/><br/>Furrowing her brows to try and see better past the dark- She knew something was there, but she couldn't tell exactly what. The only thing that really stood out, was a pink glow. Glancing towards her father and Oliver, Lilith snuck out the front door out of curiosity, peeking her head out to see if she could see it better- Or if it had been a trick of her eyes.