But what was he supposed to do with a mountain of a man before him.
"Shit!" Tony cursed suddenly.
Marco stopped with his hand on the door. Slowly, he turned. "What?" Marco asked.
Tony had bent near the counter, one hand braced against the unfinished wood, his face twisted into annoyance. "Ugh…" Tony pointed beneath the counter. "The socket underneath here is damaged."
Marco's eyes narrowed.
"I need to test all of these," Tony said quickly, gesturing to the machines scattered around the counter. "See if they're working so we can return them if we need to."
"Do you have any tools?"
"Yeah…" Tony swallowed. "They should be somewhere around here, I guess." He moved to the small desk at the corner of the shop. Tony opened one drawer. Nothing. Another drawer. A few receipts, a roll of tape. He muttered to himself, digging around until he finally pulled out a toolbox.
"Found it," he said, forcing a laugh. Tony placed the toolbox on the counter.
