Meg hummed softly, tapping her chin as she compared two ridiculously oversized novelty mugs in the brightly lit gift shop. Fin's birthday was just around the corner, and finding the perfect gag gift was crucial.
He needed cheering up, especially after that whole dungeon mess and his weird recovery. Maybe the one shaped like a grumpy cat? Yeah, that felt right.
She paid for the mug, tucked the brightly wrapped box under her arm, and pushed open the shop door, stepping out onto the busy afternoon sidewalk. The city hummed around her, a familiar symphony of traffic, chatter, and distant sirens.
Time to head home, maybe try cooking something that wouldn't set off the smoke alarm tonight.
As she turned towards her usual bus stop, a flicker of movement caught her eye. Across the street, two men in dark, impeccably tailored suits stood watching the shop entrance. Their stillness amidst the surrounding bustle felt… wrong.
