The place was small, and there was a young man behind the counter, which was right next to the door. “Hi. Can I help you folks find something?” he asked. “You can,” I said, taking the lead. “I called just a bit ago. I’m interested in learning how to do calligraphy and wondered if you could direct me to the appropriate supplies. I own a bar downtown and I’m thinking of redoing my menus and using the calligraphy to fancy them up.” The young man, whose name tag read ADAM, nodded and said, “Sure.” Then he looked at Malachi with a curious expression. “Are you interested in calligraphy, too?” Malachi held up a hand and shook his head. “No, I’m just along for the ride. She wanted to stop here before we go to dinner. But as long as I’m here, I could use some new leads for my mechanical pencil.” Adam nodded. “Those would be in aisle three, over there.” He pointed off to the left, and then shifted his attention to me. “If you come with me, I’ll show you some stuff for the calligraphy.”
