As much as Besom hated to admit it, Rhett's words had an effect on them. They lingered in front of a small candle store called Wicked Wicks, grip tightening on their broom. Wearing a turtleneck sweater and tight jeans, they floated inches above the ground, knees bent so their short laced boots wouldn't scratch. Even from the outside, Besom could catch the scent of candles intermixing.
Every once in a while they would move back the shop, looking at other nearby buildings, then return. Mostly so the clerk wouldn't catch them stalking the area. Besom wasn't sure what would be worse, being invited in knowing they couldn't buy anything, or being shooed away for being creepy. This would have been easier if they had a phone, then they could check it once in a while and act like they were waiting for someone. Perhaps even go inside and say they wanted a warm place to walk around in until it was time to leave.
Every once in a while they would move back the shop, looking at other nearby buildings, then return. Mostly so the clerk wouldn't catch them stalking the area. Besom wasn't sure what would be worse, being invited in knowing they couldn't buy anything, or being shooed away for being creepy. This would have been easier if they had a phone, then they could check it once in a while and act like they were waiting for someone. Perhaps even go inside and say they wanted a warm place to walk around in until it was time to leave.