"Yeah." He nodded, a wad of paper bouncing between his hands. Brian debated whether to ask her how cheap, because there was nothing worse than a new piece of technology ruining a vintage one. "Anything in particular? You're welcome to browse."

Brian was not a natural salesman. He didn't like making the big push. The place turned a small profit, boosted by nostalgia and location; he'd been in the neighborhood before the hipsters caught onto the fair trade coffee shop across the street, before the neighboring warehouse that used to hold weird radio components became a craft brewery with live music.