Gemotions

The shop was a haven of shadows and silence, the perfect antidote to the noisy street outside. He stood by the counter, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light. The shop owner, a man with a perpetually bored expression, was reading a newspaper.

He casually surveyed the store, noting the dusty shelves and the assortment of discarded treasures. He let out a long breath.

He approached the jewelry display, his attention focused. The glint of gold and silver was a familiar sight. He’d seen plenty of rings, before.

And then he saw it. The one he was looking for. The setting, the stone, the size. He pointed. "I'll take that one."