Elle was sitting on a wooden stool behind the cash register reading a book and twirling a piece of hair around her finger when the bell above the door rang as someone came walking in. She was too engrossed in her book to really care who is was so she waved her hand and smiled as she kept reading, she figured it was probably just one of her regulars.

"Hello Miss."

Annoyed Elle looked up into the faces of men she had never seen before, the one guy that had spoken to her was dressed in what looked like a very expensive tailored suit with gray hair, and the other man stood behind him with his arms crossed. Elle didn't like the look of him, she spent more time looking at him, he reminded Elle of a rat, with black beady eyes and a grim expression on his face, she also noticed a tattoo on his throat but he was too far away for her to tell what it really was. So she turned her attention back to the older gentleman and smiled.

"Hi, what can I do for you today?"

The man gave Elle a smirk that she didn't really like and said, "Well, my name is Ethan Zobelle and I just opened a cigar shop right across the street from you. Thought I would do the nice neighborly thing by coming over here and introducing myself to the beautiful girl that owns this shop."

Elle gave him an uneasy smile, something about these guys we're giving her a real uneasy feeling. "My names Elle Morrow, I didn't seem to catch your name." Elle shook Zobelles hand and then stuck her hand out for the other man to see if she could get him closer to see his tattoo on his throat.

The man stared at her hand like it was infected before he stepped forward and shook it, "Name is AJ Weston." It was then Elle got a really good look at it. It was a Nordic ruin which represented white power and it was then that she had the feeling that these men weren't here to buy herbal tea from her.

Elle sat back down on the stool and put her hands on her knees so that she could reach her pistol that she had under the register and looked at them, waiting to hear what they needed to say so they would hurry up and get out of her shop.

"I can tell by the look on your face that you know we are not here to buy anything from you." Elle just nodded her head at Zobelle as her answer. "Good, then we can get straight to business. I am a member of LOAN, The League of American Nationalists, and we would like to you to tell your father that he needs to quit selling guns to the..well other races if you catch my meaning."

Elle sat there for a minute to make sure that he was done before she leaned forward and laid her hand on the pistol, while bringing the other one up and resting her head on it as she leaned onto the register. "Well Mr. Zobelle, I hate to disappoint you, but my father owns a garage, he doesn't deal guns. He's an honest man, so I think you have my father mistaken for someone else, now if you gentlemen don't mind I need to close for lunch." Elle stood, deciding to just leave her gun under the register and she waved her arm towards the door.

Ethan then gave Weston a look she didn't comprehend, "Well, my apologizes then. You have a nice day now." Then they both turned and walked out of the door, Elle quickly walked around and locked it before she walked into the back of the store and fell to her knees. The knot in her throat felt like it was going to suffocate her and the turning of her stomach made her feel like she was going to be sick.

She put her hand over her mouth and sat there trying to calm her heart beat when the back door opened. She quickly jerked her head around to see Juice carrying some boxes in. He stopped when he looked at her and sat the boxes down and hurried over to her.

"Elle? Are you ok, what happened, what's wrong?" He laid his hand on her shoulder and realized that she was shaking. He seen the tears start to form in her eyes and he put his arm under her legs and picked her up and carried her to the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet. He turned around and grabbed some paper towels and wet them with cold water and put it on the back of her neck as she sat there staring at the floor.

"Elle, please tell me what happened? You're freaking me out, should I call Gemma?"

He went to stand up when she screamed, "No!" and grabbed his wrist and made him look at her.

Juice stared down at her pale blue eyes and seen the tear spill over, he reached down and wiped it away with his thumb as her lip quivered. When he pulled his hand back she looked away and pulled the wet clothes off her neck and wiped her face and tossed them in the trashcan. "Don't tell anybody about this, please."

"About what? You haven't told me anything, Elle." She walked out of the bathroom.

"Exactly." Juice wiped his hand across his face and watched her pull her long hair into a bun and walk back out into the store.