You were in your favorite bookstore, the one you always go to when you want to see the books you most desire, even if just to browse; you love going at least three times a week. Lately, a young man has been coming to the bookstore quite often, perhaps even more than you. A young man, around twenty years old or older, who wears glasses to read novels.

Today, like any other day, you were in the bookstore, watching him from afar, pretending to pay attention to your book. Then he came over to pick up a book that was next to you.

"Excuse me, it's just that you're standing right in front of the Arthur Conan Doyle edition."