The distinct ringing of the bell hanging above the door alerted James to another customer, business had been slow and tips had been dwindling since the factory had closed, he looked up expecting to see a familiar face and was pleasantly surprised with what he saw, a new face, a girl's. She looked about his age, maybe a year younger; her stunning complexion left James with a loss of words at first, but he quickly went over to introduce himself. "Hi! I'm James, passing though on your way? It's not often we get tourists anymore. This place is becoming a ghost town, can I get you a drink? Maybe a malt-float? Best this side of the west border! Guaranteed!" He couldn't help but stare at the girl, her eyes twinkling in the midday sunlight beaming though the windows. 'Besides' he thought to himself, 'Not like I'll ever see her again' The thought was accompanied with a soft sigh, with the realization of just how pretty this girl was.