"Did you say Big Joe?"
"Yes, he helped me out with something, and in return, he asked me to do business with his shop at the academy. He couldn't stop praising this shop run by his son. I guess we came to the wrong place!"
Mel turned around and headed for the door, but he hadn't even taken a single step before the fat youth blocked his path.
"This is exactly the place you are looking for. Please, right this way, please!"
Grabbing Mel by the arm, the store owner tossed a few items scattered on an armchair aside and sat him down. His dismissive attitude from just a moment ago had vanished into thin air; he was as frantic as someone hosting a member of the royal family.
"Please, have a seat over here!"
Sitting Edgan and his sister Marvina down on the loveseat across from Mel, the fat youth started slapping the seats to dust them off, completely clouding the air inside the shop.
"Our establishment, the Star's Dead-End, respectfully greets its esteemed guests."
