4 regular day as antique owner [chapter 4]

A/N maybe i should have made this guy the collector.

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Norman's day in the antique shop flowed seamlessly, with meaningful interactions that blended into the rhythm of the day. As he stood behind the counter, a customer approached him with an old painting they had found in their attic.

"Excuse me, sir. I found this old painting in my attic. Can you tell me anything about it?" the customer asked, holding out the artwork.

Norman smiled warmly. "Of course, let me take a look." He examined the painting, observing the brushstrokes and the scene depicted. "Ah, this is a landscape painting, I believe it's from the 19th century given the paper quality. It appears to be a serene countryside scene, possibly painted by a local artist. The brushwork is excellent, and it exudes a certain charm. Do you have any idea of its origin?"

Engaging in a conversation about the painting's history, Norman delved into its significance, sharing anecdotes about the local art community and the possibilities of the artist's identity. The customer left the shop with what Norman hoped was a newfound knowledge and a deeper appreciation for the artwork they had stumbled upon.

As the day progressed, Norman's expertise attracted customers with diverse items. A person walked in, carrying an heirloom pocket watch that had belonged to their grandfather. They sought its value and its place in the world of collectibles.

"I inherited this pocket watch from my grandfather. Is it worth anything?" the customer asked, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Norman delicately examined the intricate details of the pocket watch, appreciating its craftsmanship. "Ah, a pocket watch from the early 1900s. It's a beautiful piece with its intricate engravings and fine workmanship. The brand holds a high reputation among collectors, and the watch seems to be in good condition. Based on similar sales in the market, I would estimate its value to be around $500."

The customer's faces lit up with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity as they absorbed the information. They left the shop, now armed with both sentimental and monetary value attached to their cherished family heirloom.

Another customer entered, their hands full of old coins. They approached the counter, their voices filled with excitement. "I've come across these old coins. Are they valuable?"

Norman welcomed the opportunity to explore the history hidden within the coins. He carefully examined each one, noting their varying periods and countries of origin. "Let's take a look," he said, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. "These coins are from different eras and places. Some of them are quite rare and hold significant value in the numismatic market. However, the worth is determined by factors such as their condition and historical significance. I would recommend getting them appraised by a specialist to determine their exact value."

The customer left the shop, their curiosity piqued and armed with a newfound appreciation for the coins they possessed. Norman's passion for history and his commitment to sharing knowledge shone through each interaction, leaving a lasting impression on those who sought his expertise.

Amid the day's transactions, Norman also seized the opportunity to acquire a couple of unique items from customers looking to sell their antiques. These exchanges involved careful evaluation, negotiation, and a keen eye for authenticity and market value.

Norman's day in the antique shop continued like a symphony, with each interaction blending harmoniously into the next. As he assisted customers, shared his knowledge, and navigated the intricate world of artifacts, a sense of fulfillment washed over him. Each transaction played its part in preserving and unraveling the mysteries of the past, solidifying Norman's role as a guardian of history.

-scene change-

As the sun began to set, Norman could be seen inside the antique shop, diligently closing down for the day. He hummed a tune to himself, his movements efficient and practiced. "Hmm, hmmm," he continued to hum as he went about his tasks. With a satisfied nod, he muttered, "Well, that is it for the day." A smile played on his lips as he reflected on the events that had transpired. "A nice day again," he muttered, his eyes reflecting a mix of contentment and curiosity. However, a thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but vocalize it. "Things have been weird lately," he muttered, the smile on his face contrasting his words.

Completing the closing procedures, Norman headed home. Although tiredness weighed on him, there was an air of anticipation in his expression. After a thirty-minute journey, he arrived back at his apartment complex. Stepping into the elevator, he sighed softly. "Sadly, no Zatanna," he muttered, referring to the encounter from earlier that morning. However, his smile quickly returned as he reminisced about the amusing incident. The elevator ride felt surprisingly brief, or at least that's how he perceived it. As the doors opened, Norman stepped out and passed by Zatanna's home. A thought crossed his mind, "I should return the plates," but a mischievous smile emerged on his face. "Nah, let her come and get it," he thought, his mind wandering to places and thoughts that had no business being there.

With weariness settling in, Norman barely had the energy to carry out his evening routine. He quickly entered the bathroom, took a shower, and brushed his teeth without any additional actions. Collapsing into bed, he muttered with a hint of hope, "Let's hope I wake up in the cave." And just like that, sleep enveloped him swiftly, almost as if he were a distant relative of koalas.

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