Russell P.O.V.
We had continued our search for Richard the next day bright and early and we haven't taken a break since then until now. The three of us were standing in front of a small guitar store where Gabriel had led us to say that he knows the owner of the shop and would gladly let us take a break there.
Gabriel immediately stepped inside as he went to the counter to greet a middle-aged tanned man. Jason coolly went inside with his hands in his leather jacket pockets as he browsed through the aisle of guitars.
I was a bit hesitant to enter the shop but I held my ground and went in anyway. For such a small shop it had such good and expensive looking guitars lined up in multiple aisles.
I had decided to leave the two guys and went on browsing through the aisles just to have some time alone. I was browsing through the aisles until I stopped in front of a particular aisle.