A tall white man in a black business suit with properly coiffed black hair, holding a briefcase, stood and looked around the store. Then, he took a few steps and stopped in front of the counter.
Switching the briefcase to his left hand, he stretched his right hand out toward Nick and greeted him with a light smile.
"Good morning. I'm John Dalton," he said, his left eye notably shut. Nick figured he was probably blind in that eye.
Despite feeling the entire atmosphere was a bit too official, Nick returned the handshake with a firm grip. He noticed this man might not actually be a customer.
"I'm Nicholas. How can I help you, John Dalton?" Nick was intrigued.
"I am here to see this fine store's owner and manager, Mr. Jack Singh," Mr. John Dalton said straightforwardly, his voice sounding ashy.
Nick paused for a second. "I'm sorry but Mr. Singh isn't available at the moment. If you have any complaints or issues, you can tell me. I can relay it to him."
