The door opened and the shop bell rung.
Fred looked up from behind the counter and appreciated the site he came upon: a man with plaid pants came into the shop, he had dreaded hair and had eyeliner smudged eyes. This man was more George's type, the more ruggedly handsome, not the Fred would say no to this man, but they hadn't even met yet.
Speak of the Devil himself, George wondered over to where the oddly handsome man was standing looking at some of the shelves, Fred wondered to himself where their conversation was heading and there were lots of smirks and laughs and surprisingly points from both of them. Fred busied himself with different customers for about ten minuets, when he looked up and noticed that they were both still talking.
That was about when George and Mysterious Handsome Stranger Man, as Fred had so deemed him, started making their way over to the counter. George introduced him to the Mysterious Handsome Stranger Man and he was had a rather normal name of Scabior. He seemed rather pleasant and quite flirtatious, and George did seem to be quite taken with him.
The offer of going to the Leakey Cauldron for lunch when they got a break was, however, an offer they could not deny.