They discussed sequence like confidantes. Which items would greet you? Which would require an invitation? They spent longer than it should have taken on a single shelf, deciding whether a row of handwritten price tags would read as intimacy or affectation. A decision was made: tags would be clipped with brass pins, slight and obdurate. The shop would be curated like a letter. Each item its paragraph. The counter would not separate the whole, only offer an accent, a place to rest a cup of coffee and the heavy, hopeful weight of a purchase.