[The Next Morning]
Ethan pulled up outside the shop apartment just as the morning sun bathed the city in a soft golden glow.
The commercial district was beginning to stir — store owners unlocking doors, early customers browsing, the distant hum of traffic filling the air.
It was a commercial location, right where his father had always wanted to set up shop.
As the car stopped, Ethan glanced at his father in the passenger seat.
Harold sat quietly, his gaze locked on the storefront.
There was something different in his expression today — not just the usual contemplation, but something closer to satisfaction.
"This is the one," Robert finally said, his voice firm.
Ethan smirked. "Well, good thing I already bought it."
His father let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "You always had a way of making things happen fast."
Ethan turned off the engine. "C'mon, let's check it out."