He wasn’t planning to buy a gun. At least, not a kind like the one I sell. That’s probably the best way to put it. He was a tall man in a thick overcoat and a hat with narrow brims—those kinds of hats are worn by fashionable spies in movies. Judging by his looks, he was a little nervous. For a moment he stood right by the entrance, avoiding meeting my eyes. So I let him stay in that state.
After a while he picked up the pistol I usually put on the small table for certain kinds of customers—those who, as soon as they see a weapon, grab it and start clicking the trigger. This visitor did the same thing...