Wally was as always arranging the books on each shelf. He strangely had a confused face, because not long ago he was starting to think about you, the new neighbor, who seemed like a special case that monopolized all his attention

When Wally heard the doorbell at the entrance of the bookstore, he leaned out and looked at who it was, he smiled almost immediately and unconsciously when he found out it was you, then he realized his reaction and shook his head, returning to his gesture usual