Chapter Two: The Collector’s Eye

Arthur stepped out from his shop doorway, greeting Leo as if they were old business associates. He complimented Leo’s keen observation skills, remarked on his mature demeanor, and asked what project the lad was currently working on. Leo, usually ignored by the local tradespeople, stood a little taller under the sudden wave of attention.

"You know, Leo, I've always said you have the instincts of a professional horologist," Arthur said, leaning against his storefront.

Leo looked up, flushed with sudden pride. "Do you really think so?"

"Without a doubt," Arthur replied smoothly. "You've got an eye for quality and history that most adults twice your age lack. You belong in a museum, sorting through artifacts."

As they spoke, Arthur gently guided the conversation toward what Leo had in his pocket. When Leo excitedly pulled out the silver pocket watch to show him, Arthur gasped in feigned astonishment, claiming it was an extremely rare nineteenth-century piece crafted by a master Salford clockmaker—and that it deserved proper professional care.

Leo had never considered himself a historian or an expert, but Arthur’s intense admiration made him feel uniquely gifted. The praise felt intoxicating, and he wanted nothing more than to prove he was worthy of the antique dealer's high opinion.