I looked around the store, searching for distraction. Without Dane’s input, the herbs and other plants in the jars held little interest for me, and I’d examined all the posters by now. The old-fashioned cash register caught my attention for a minute, with its round buttons and tarnished brass plating, but that soon grew old too. Hopping down from my perch, I added ‘for X-Men auditions’ to the ‘closed’ sign and set it back in the window.
“Leave the sign alone, Mia,” Dane growled from the office.
“What sign?” I called back, tiptoeing away.
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