<div class="floatright">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic Chars/jesse_2011__008_by_joshuagagnon-d4aqg5v-1.jpg)</div>An uneasiness settled in the pit of Tucker's stomach as he parked his black Pontiac Sunfire in front of the antique store. Until now, he had never been here. Antiques and candles didn't interest him much, and he heard things about Tami--about how she was totally psycho. It was because of this that he generally avoided her--maybe he had seen her around, but he couldn't recall having ever spoken to her. Oh, and he was sure he heard that she had a big, devilish dog that stayed with her in the shop, and if there was one thing Tucker didn't like, it was big, evil dogs. (Granted, he realized that sounded silly, for surely a dog of that nature wouldn't help attract customers, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be wary, should the dog actually be here.) It was for those latter two reasons that he had protested his mom's request to go to the shop for her--she had gotten on some kind of candle kick recently and needed a new one. "Tucker, she isn't that bad," she had told him. Yeah, he'd see.<br/><br/>"Well, let's get this over with," Tucker muttered to himself before climbing out of his car. He entered the shop, taking only a couple of steps away from the door. While tucking his hands into the pockets of his North Face jacket, his blue eyes settled on Tami. "Hi," he greeted, flashing a polite smile, certain that the little bit of nervousness he had was well masked; being someone who enjoyed performing, he had learned to keep that under control. He took a quick moment to glance around the counter to see if her dog was around before returning his attention to her, watching her rather closely. "You have soy candles here, right?"