There it was. That sound. Orm recognize that sound because it was a weekly event. Every Saturday, the same time, the same sound, the same person. Orm hated the predictability. It was honestly getting to be a bit of a bore. The sound of the motorcycle got louder as it approached outside and then it stopped. Which meant it was soon to be followed by * Ding ding * There it was, the chime from the store door. She was here.