She came across a clean-cut man in slacks and an ugly golf shirt, pegged him as an employee. The cheap plastic name tape attached to the shirt that read Tyler was another giveaway.
“…I’m looking for gear,” Julia said.
“Anything in particular?”
“Hmmm, pretty much everything…”
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