Wayne snap from his thought. Regardless of how he acts outside. He is quite nervous inside This is the real first time he got a lead about his father. His mom never told him about his father except for a sad smile.
"Wheew, don't get to high hope man." he take a deep breath and mutter quietly to himself
Wayne go to the counter and ring the bell. if anyone come, He will show the receipt and ask
"Hi (Sir or Ma'am), Could you look at these receipts? I would like to know who is the owner of the receipts or where can I find him? Well, long story short he is my dad and he is missing. wonder if you can help me? "
OOC:
just post ahead,If no one is coming or something else happened I can edit my dialog
"Err.. Well.., Could you at least please tell me who works at that time. I'm sure my dad should be someone recognizable. please.. I have no clue left anymore". Wayne wanna try at least asking one more time
damn, I should saw this coming. shouldn't got hope high up at first he thought in disappointed
Gwen is leaning at the doorframe. But you do have somewhere where you store all that stuff. Including the back shelf, where there are no matching records in your system, right? We could see if you have something that matches that thicket. Right?
Now she joins Wayne at the front desk.
The sound of the door chime interrupts the conversation. Wayne and Gwen turn to see a suited up man come closer to the counter, where he leaves another suit.
"Good morning, Kurt. Do you think I can have this one ready for Friday?", he says with a British accent.
He then notices the couple.
"Wait a second, I know you. From our... ehm... book club, right? Mycroft Atkinson", he says.
Gwen knows better than giving away her full name to a strange creature that frequents the supernatural scene. Jasons Café and bookstore is the local accorded neutral grounds. You can call me Gwen, and yes I prefer Jason's English breakfast tea.
You know this place? The owner perhaps? My friend here is looking for someone with a better memory than their computer.
Mycroft slightly bows before Gwen with an old fashioned style.
"But, of course, madam. Kurt, be a good boy and go get mr. Zimmerman, will you?", he asks the employee.
OOC:
This is Fate, so I'm assuming we have some narrative permissions, as long as it falls within the territory of "reasonable". YullyBear, if at any point you feel I'm going too far assuming things, just let me know.