Prompt 2: Boredom. From Hangman's Knot.
Times between customers often stretched long.
In the mornings, he'd dust or sweep, maybe change the display in the big window until the door's bell tinkled a warning. Then there'd be animated conversation and almost always a sale. He was good at what he did. He enjoyed it. But there were times. Times when even Parsley was still, curled up, sleeping. When the weight of ennui settled in.
Then the bell would tinkle. Vincent would poke his head in, delight on his face. Boredom vanished and Will found excitement in soft kisses, interlaced fingers, and staring into deep brown eyes.