First day
Some noise.
"I'd like three of these, please," a male voice.
Mihael woke up, stared around.
Customers.
About half a dozen or so.
All male; some going around the shop looking around, others standing before the cash, waiting to pay for their stuff.
"That'd be 3 pounds, sir."
"Would seem, none of the natives have ventured in," Mihael spoke aloud.
"Yes," said the demon behind the cashier. The child.
Barely younger than Mihael, he had chestnut hair and quite a salesman smile.
"No woman either," Mihael yawned.
This was the ground floor of this particularly empty four-story building.
Direx proposed to rent the whole place but the landlord was a little uneasy. But she did ensure Direx that she'd lend them the whole building if their business picked up.
And judging by how people were coming in, despite there being no particular signboard outside- things were looking good.