"Back again?" the shop owner asked, once again in his nasally voice. The hood was off, the baldness on display. "Travolta still smoking?"
"Yeah," John responded.
"Door is still keyed into the correct room, you can just go back downstairs," the fellow nerd informed him.
"Actually, I've been banished. Father daughter stuff. Travolta will let me know when I can go back in."
"Ah. Worried old men trying to understand young girls in love. Those are the most annoying conversations that can be had. I guarantee neither of them is having fun right now."
"Are you… speaking from experience?" John wondered. The shop owner made a wide gesture at the large display of mangas along the wall, many of them of the female oriented variety. "Ah." John made a semi-understanding sound. He would take the opinion of the shop owner on the matter at half value. "Great shop you have here."
