Under the guidance of Lin Yu'an, the sea-blue Ford Raptor pickup truck finally stopped in front of the vintage "Tark's of Las Olas" fishing gear store.
"You come here?" Riven was a bit surprised as she recalled Lin Yu'an's sailing plan, "Are you going to buy a fishing rod?"
"Yes. The owner said that once I get the boat, he would help me get the best set." Lin Yu'an said, stepping out of the vehicle first.
As they walked in, the shop owner, an old man wearing reading glasses, was still focused on oiling a massive fishing reel. Behind the counter were rows and rows of fishing rods.
Hearing the doorbell, he looked up, recognizing Lin Yu'an, and immediately gave a "I knew you'd be back" smile.
"Kid! I knew you weren't just all talk!" He put down his work and laughed heartily, walking over to shake Lin Yu'an's hand, "You got the boat so fast?"
"Yes, I'm preparing to go offshore. So, I've come to hold you to your promise. You don't mind if I film this live, right?" Lin Yu'an said.
