<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/ad66562d74898918cf33467bf6c43c97/tumblr_nbkqkp3T3B1tztn6eo1_1280.jpg)</div>Ayano's day had started off quite tamely. She was still feeling a tad ill, but she had become so accustomed to illnesses that she simply ignored it. As annoying as it was, it didn't really affect her concentration ability, and she was appearing a lot more healthy than most of the ones she could see through the windows leading out to the street from the store. Little Tokyo in all its pride, or, more correctly, whatever pride it had. The place felt abandoned, with most staying at home due to the current epidemic. Business had been horribly slow the last few days, with close to no visitors, and no sales whatsoever.<br/><br/>The store itself was mostly a big mess consisting of shelves she had gotten on discount that didn't match, in varying heights and colors, hosting whatever she managed to get her hands on of antiques. She had a fake degree in archeology hanging on the back wall, as a small helper, though she was quite capable of identifying objects with the help of a few history books and wikipedia. Most of her sales went to rich Americans who wanted a sword to decorate a wall, be it Jokoto era (First era) or Gendaito (Post WW2). Other than that, she had managed to get her hands on a lot of old wall scrolls, artwork and stories, as well as different kinds of jewelry and even a complete set of Japanese Samurai Armor, as well as a few Chinese swords as well.<br/><br/>Currently, Ayano was kind of half asleep over the counter, with the radio talking in the background, though she wasn't paying too much attention to it. She was considering going out to get lunch, but decided to wait and instead see for a bit longer, before eventually closing the store for the day and going to do something productive... Or just not do anything at all, waiting for the day to pass.