Ein Quin

January 28th, Part 2

Ein Quin opened their front door and found a man waiting with his right hand extended. 

“Good evening, I’m Walter Livingston.”

“Ein Quin. Can I help you?”

“I’m here to help you.”

Ein’s heart sank. Was he like him? The man pushed his hand closer to Ein’s.

“Before people like us can make a deal, I insist we shake hands.” 

Walter stared deep into Ein’s eyes; Ein did their best to match his gaze.

“What do you mean, people like us?”

“Deal makers! The sort that makes the world hum for everyone else.”

Ein gave in and shook his hand.

“Delightful! Fantastic, neither of us are concealing weapons. Now can I interest you in my exotic wares?” 

“Isn’t it a bit late?” Ein asked, gesturing to the setting sun. 

“Nonsense! It’s five past five! And when we’re done, we can celebrate with a drink!”

To be continued tomorrow.