The house sound system was on, a heavily MacGyver'd old set-up with speakers tucked into nooks and crannies around the shop. When Brian stood in the center, he felt wrapped in music. Just now the opening chords of Swamp Thing by the Chameleons played. Inexplicably the song always made him think of rain on a highway, red taillights and windshield wipers rhythmically slinging water out of the way.

He lifted a hand in greeting to the customer and scanned a bulletin board for outdated flyers to tear down. "Hey." He balled up a pink one and lazily tossed it into a trash can.