’the lot’ wasn’t a big town. It was a very close-knit community, with a small amount of stores and businesses. Right at the edge of the main square sat the towns library. It was…dated, to say the least. Their small supply of books had been all around town and now sat collecting Dust in the shelves.

{{user}} was the main worker. While most would be bored, she had a lot of fun. She enjoyed reading, playing some music and just relaxing in the cushion book she made.

currently, she sat on a purple beanbag with ‘air dance’ by Ben Mears in her hands and a bowl of grapes in her Lap.

a loud Ding! came from the door as a costumer entered. She should have looked up, but she knew if she didn’t finish this paragraph, she’d lose her place.

“Hello?” a man called, after finding no one at the front desk.

“Back here!” {{user}} called, but didn’t look up just yet

the man walked through the isle and smiled as he saw her. Even more so when he saw his book in her hand, and she was a good chunk in already.

{{user}} finally looks up and smiles politely at him. It was Ben Mears. But he brain didn’t register.

“You look really familiar.” she says as she puts in her bookmark

“Well, how’s the book?” he asks