My friends Katya and Masha open their perfume shop. It will be a small space store with rare fragrances and authors, as well as a meeting place for our fragrance club members. A place for a shop is found in a quiet courtyard on the Petrograd side, in the basement.
The store has not opened yet, there is not enough furniture and still not decorated. One nice feature of the interior is the counter counter "a la" bar, behind which you can sit on a high chair. To have a secular conversation that does not rush about fragrances, sipping a glass of ice champagne. Yesterday I went to visit the store of the future.
** The courtyard was very quiet and the atmosphere, children playing, from the open window of someone's kitchen smelling of french fries with onions. **
Scene 1.
The young girl entered.
-Oh ... what will you have here?
-Perfume shop.
-Oh, let me see something.
Although the store has not opened yet, but some perfume already stands on the shelf and Masha immediately gives a scolding: Gourmet? East? Fresh?
-Oh well, I might have something fresh!
He was given an experiment. The girl loudly blinked and left.
Scene 2. Child-
children aged 7-8 years sit next to the door and start swearing desperately to discuss some of their son's problems. About ten minutes later we were tired of listening to this incessant mat, and Masha from the depths of the crypt threatened to invite their parents. The boys rush away, loudly discussing among themselves that there will soon be a strip club!
** Flattered of course! At first I did not understand the logic of the children. Why strip clubs? And only then did he realize that the dark room and the aunt sitting at the bar denied hinting at the entertainment agency. **
Scene 3.
Her grandmother was spotted.
-Well do you have it? Not bread?
Scene 4.
Muzhichk average degrees shabby through the open door looking at the rack with the incomprehensible, but the same line of glass containers on them. I happily rushed down the stairs, filtering. Halfway down I noticed that on the shelf was not the bottle he needed. I'm upset. The expression disappears.
I asked what they would do when they hung the nameplate. After all, the store will be called "Parfbar". This is what can be fussed about.
** I want to start writing about my passion for perfume, and this post I want to check how many readers responses will be. And check also the tags **