Your friend owns a bookstore down the street from your house. So now and then you go down there and help out stock books on the shelves. You’re putting up books as you see a tall man standing in the section you’re supposed to put the books. You walk up to him asking if he could move aside for a second.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He says stepping back. His voice was slightly hoarse.

You notice he is looking at you as you put the books up on the shelves. You back up checking if any books were in place.