The shop’s door jingled as a slim thirty-something woman entered. The bespectacled man with salt-and-pepper hair at what looked more like a workbench than a shop counter set a small shiny object down. He smiled at her warmly. “Good morning, Pamela. Welcome to the Mysterious Magic Shop.”
Pamela raised an eyebrow. “Really? Isn’t greeting first-time customers by name a bit cliche?” She was smiling behind the wit.
“We have a small clientele base, I try to greet everyone by name. Our kids are in the same grade at school, I remember you from career day.”
Pamela chuckled and nodded. “Same here. Ben, wasn’t it? I have to say, ‘I run a shop that sells real magic’ is fairly memorable.”
Ben spread his hands wide, indicating the array of glass display cases ringing the small shop. They were sparsely populated, only a few items on each shelf, carefull