Bells
The one thing I always hated about shops was the little bells that they hung on the doors. Sure it could be useful when running a business during the day, but they sure were a nuisance to me with my profession. It was the tinkle of this little object that caused her to spin around in her chair and stare at me.
"We meet again, my darling Jill. Do you believe fate has drawn us together?"
"Could it be fate?"
Her voice sounded almost like the bells on the door. And for once, I actually found the noise quite beautiful.