Stuart lit his cigarette and peered out into the gloomy drizzle that was falling outside the shop. As usual, he was killing time until Felix arrived and he could go and buy some lunch. Monday was never a busy day for them. He had tried to make the argument that they should just not bother opening on Monday, because no one was going to buy enough DJ gear to make it worth their while, but Bob did not like the idea of missing those one or two sales that sometimes just wander in. Besides he like being the owner of the only DJ shop in the West End that was open seven days a week.
Stuart took another deep drag and tried to focus on how much he was enjoying the smoke and not on how bored he was with what he had originally thought would be a great job. As a middle-weight DJ he made some money on the weekends doing early sets at the smaller clubs, but not enough to live on. When Felix had told him that Bob was looking for another shop-hand who knew his stuff it seemed more attractive than carrying on as postie.