How to Use Tina

The antique shop late at night. "Tick, tick, tick." An old clock from a bygone era turned with a crisp sound. In a room on the second floor of the shop, Tina, her brown hair falling around her, sat cross-legged on the carpet. Perhaps because she was nervous, she had only lit a few candles to drive away the darkness. Hundred-dollar bills lay scattered at the girl's feet. She took a deep breath of the air, thick with the scent of ink, her pretty face filled with rapture.