My Witch Sally

"Next!" I shout to the line of customers who are anxiously waiting to buy my products, it's a rare occasion a Witch is in the city, even more, when she is having a small business blooming all under the eyes of the authority. Ringing one more customer the small belle from my store sounds and in comes the most intoxicating smell I have ever gotten, cinnamon and spices. I don't have to look so far when I see a werewolf standing right in front of me. "Mate"