The Shop

>Just-- still waking up a bit, is all. Still a little tired.

>Try to convince yourself that's actually the case

You attempt to reassure both Sam and yourself that you're just feeling a bit drowsy.

Sam doesn't seem convinced.


Sam:
"All right... Just let me know if you need to rest?
Don't push yourself."

>girl don't

>SAM NO
> why dont you give me the shopping list
> i think.. you should stay out here and enjoy the fest y'know??

>Are you sure... I mean, can't we just play like skee-ball or something... no? Please??

Sam:
"Woah, chill. It's not like I have anything in mind.
Besides, isn't wandering random shops part of the fest experience?"

> You need to take a minute. Let her go. Maybe practice some tunes to ease your mind?

>You mean that shop that wasn't there five minutes ago and will cease to exist once a you step out of it? Nah. I think I've been there. Remember to bring cash with you.

Sam gives you an odd look.

Sam:
"Right... I'll see you inside then?"

She waves and goes on ahead, leaving you to your thoughts.



You play a soft verse to calm yourself.

>Nah-nah. I'll go in with you. I have a good feeling about this shop.

As your final notes fade into the night air, you decide to follow after.



You enter the shop.
Despite the crowds wandering outside, inside appears rather empty.
You don't see Sam.

>Rather strange how we haven't seen so much as one mirror today...

>(Maybe you should find one. Y'know, make sure everything is fine.)

You look inside the nearby mirror.



Everything appears fine.