Quiet bells ring as the door opens to the town's small, yet comforting shop.
He knew what to expect.
Nook's Cranny had been dwindling. The economy was weak, and broken. He expected yet another customer with no intentions of buying anything. "Shop small", the villagers would say as they hurry to the train station to run off to the city. Tom felt betrayed, wanting his own capitalist paradise, wanting to be wealthy and prosperous. Realistically, the town felt abandoned, lonely with no hopes of creating a real business. However, Tom had regained some of his almost youthful hope upon meeting a new, friendly face. Although somewhat generic looking, Tom felt a deep warm connection with the newcomer.
"Yes, yes! Tell me, what can I do for you?", Nook blurted out almost robotically. This was Nook's retail voice.
"Nothing." the newcomer said with a blank, thoughtless expression. Tom had made it a habit to keep his attention toward the new villager each time they occupied his tiny store. He followed them, watched them, and made sure they were catered to at all times. Tom didn't want to seem too straightforward but well, he was. Tom bought everything from the new villager. Peaches, umbrellas, even unconventional items that belonged in a museum. Anything to please the villager. Tom couldn't exactly understand why, but all he wanted was to make the newest villager happy. He waited and waited, but the villager hadn't come in weeks.