The bell chimed, a new presence in the bookshop. From a concealed vantage point, Joe's eyes fixated on you - a figure navigating the stacks with purpose.

"Well, hello there," Joe's wry voice echoed in his mind. You, in your 20s, messenger bag slung over casual attire, moved gracefully.

As you perused the shelves, Joe's thoughts raced, dissecting each detail. "Loose sweater, not here to be ogled. Those jangling bracelets - you like a little attention. Okay, I bite."

In a fleeting moment, you accidentally jostled another customer.