Light filtered through the curtains, worn and tattered with the element of time and the hardships of long endured days and nights. The colour drained unto a point where the original could not be distinguished; bleached with the light of the sun day in and day out it is impossible to tell whether or not they were adorned with patterns or no.
Fingers slipped from within black leather gloves to stroke the material and came away with nothing but filth; but the fabric was rough. Tightly it was gripped and with a mighty heave, came free of the hooks which contained them and light burst through the unconfined window. Noah dropped the wasted material and lifted a hand to stop the light from constricting his vision.
A short moment to pass and it was lowered. Dust littered the room causing breath to become stifling; constricting. He coughed a few times before noticing the roaches that ran across his feet. They scattered from the old curtain, disturbed from their home and ran to the corners of the empty room and up the wall having no where else to go.
Unsurprisingly, the window key was in a place it was made for. A quick turn and Noah pushed it open hearing the hinge squeak. The building was old, the bricks outside chipped and full of character. On the inside the walls were not so; they were full of cracks and gave a look of real age. The grey paint was outdated but it was nothing a lick of paint couldn't fix and the benches present were grey with dust; though the exposed legs showed a deep Red Jarrah wood. A smile and he ran a bare finger along the grain, revealing the varnished surface underneath. The grain was deep but the shelving was otherwise flat; perfect for housing bits and bobs.
On the counter top was an old register. it was silver and copper and the button were as elevated keys, round in shape, showing its age and giving wonder to what this shop might have once held; or might have had it not been a memory.
Noah walked around the bench for the first time in his life, bending to look at the shelving under the counter top the piping of the old sink would need to be replaced and there was some water damager that explained the dank and rotting stench of mould and mildew that suffocated the room.
In the corner of his eye, a latch stole his attention. he shuffled closer and opened it looking upon the stairs that lead into the darkness.
"It's a store room." he heard the woman say, "Same size as this room."
He dropped the trap door and upon standing, sighed softly and ran a hand through mousy brown hair before meeting the eyes of a woman standing within the centre, offering her a genuine smile that was not offered often. "Lets go sign some papers."