"Hello! How may I help you, mademoiselle?" it wasn't Marcus, thankfully, but an old man in a plaid shirt and grey hair.
"I need some yellow balloons please" Renée said in a low voice, avoiding eye contact. She looked around the shop, it was still the same, considering the number of times she had visited the shop, the same vintage backdrop with a hint of quirk, the smell of cinnamon which drifted through the shop took her back to the autumn season.
"Oh! They seem to be selling a lot lately, is there some kind of festival going on?" the man enquired while turning to grab a few balloons from a drawer.
Renée's eyes grew wide,
"What do you mean?" she asked, placing her fists onto the counter.
"I mean is there a party or something going on?" he turned around.
"No! I mean what do you mean by they're selling a lot? Who else bought them?" she asked hastily, her forehead creasing.
"Ah! Some guy came here two days ago, asking for a few bunch of the same" he said as he put them in a paper bag.
"Who was he?"
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