He had no fucking clue what I was talking about. In his mind he was seeing the greasy guys behind the counter, arguing about whether Tomb Raider or Gillian Anderson was hotter. He was smelling body odor that could have come from the Middle Ages. He was seeing straight to the problem. Of course not.
Nothing catches their eye.
They see Dragonball Z characters staring at them, or cutouts of Sailor Moon characters. Kid stuff, that's what they see. They want to drive, watch porn, and fuck. And comic book shop decor is aimed at little kids. No self-respecting teenagers going to go in there.