Inside, the bookstore was very welcoming; already smelling of old books, even though it only just opened. It wasn’t like all the others around town, focusing more on the classics and re-selling the well-loved.

Despite that, there were no other customers there besides you, causing you to feel the eyes of the worker on you the entire time. Eventually, you hear the sound of him nervously clearing his throat behind you.

“Can I help you with anything?” He asks, not meeting your gaze.