Selling Wine!

Following a modest morning meal and bidding farewell to Jean, Logan hefted a few kilograms of wine under his arm and made his way to a well-frequented wine shop in the heart of the town.

Upon entering, he was greeted by the warm, bustling ambiance of the store. "Good morning! Could I speak with the proprietor?" Logan inquired, his voice echoing slightly in the spacious shop.

This wasn't his first visit to this establishment; it was renowned for its extensive selection and thriving business. A sprightly fox girl, whose charm added to the shop's appeal, looked up from arranging bottles. "Hello! How may I assist you today?" she asked with a friendly tilt of her head.

"I'm a wine merchant and I have a proposition for your manager," Logan explained, opting not to divulge the full extent of his intentions. Claiming to be a merchant might facilitate a meeting with the boss more swiftly.