John and Lauren

"Okay, one more store," John grumbled as he and Lauren entered the costume shop, "but this has to be the last place."

"Oh, shush, stop making such a fuss," Lauren brushed off his complaints. Look at this place. It looks like they stock everything here."

John had to admit the shop did have an impressive range. Jammed from floor to ceiling with a bewildering array of costumes and accessories. More, in fact than a small suburban mall could reasonably need.

"Good afternoon. Sir. Madam." One of the two staff, a well-dressed older man looked up from the game of chess he was playing against a woman his own age. "How can we be of assistance today?"