Lain rinsed his mouth with some mouthwash, put his wallet in the inner pocket of his jacket, shouldered his backpack and went to the door. Tae was there, and when he said he was ready, Lain grinned. He wore his shoes as well, and told Tae, "I'll drive us."
It was a short drive and Lain played some mellow songs in the car until they arrived.
Prince Comics looked like a small establishment from the outside, but it was long on the inside, with endless shelves. Well, not endless, but Lain liked to think of it that way. "They have a huge collection so if there's anything specific you're searching for, you can ask the proprietor," Lain told Tae, as they entered the shop.
The proprietor was called Prince by everyone although that definitely couldn't have been his real name. "How may I help you?" he smiled from behind the counter, and then he did a double take and said, "Lain. You didn't drop by for ages."
"Had a day off today," said Lain.
"You brought a friend," said Prince, switching his smile to include Tae.
"Yeah. This is Tae," said Lain. He turned to Tae and said, "I'm going to go browse some manhwa. You can come with me if you'd like to look at those, but if you're looking for novels or something else, Prince will go with you to show you where to find those. Whenever we find something we want to read, maybe we can come back to that corner with the beanbags," said Lain, pointing. There was a clump of beanbags as well as stools and a chair or two.
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