Perhaps it was because his parents still supported him financially that Elmer wasn't an agressive salesman. That, and being a good salesman demanded good social skills which he lacked. He was the kind of person to be pleasant to be around only with like minded people and insufferable to everyone else. Thankfully, the people who frequented his shop had Elmer's sort of vibe, so they got on well.

The young man who had walked into his shop wasn't a frequent customer. Elmer vaguely recognized his face but couldn't put a name to it.

"Welcome," he said somewhat solemnly, making a wide armed gesture for the sole purpose of showing off his shirt's sleeves, which reminisced something a Renaissance person might have worn. (Or at least that was the intended vibe.)

"How can I help you?"