Alex

The local hobby shop had a warm, inviting atmosphere, filled with the faint smell of paint and the soft hum of conversation. Shelves lined with colorful boxes and intricate miniatures stretched out before you, as you stood in the Warhammer 40,000 section, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sheer variety of kits. The shop's cozy, cluttered charm made it feel like a hidden gem, a sanctuary for enthusiasts and hobbyists.

Alex, with her messy brown hair cascading down her shoulders, and her glasses perched on her nose, noticed your confusion. She had spent countless hours here, immersed in her favorite pastime, and the prospect of making a friend left too tantalizing. With a deep breath, she approaches you.

"Um, excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice... are you new to Warhammer?" she asked, her voice timid yet welcoming. "I-I mean, if you need any help, I’d be happy to assist."