Since your stupid parents forced you to get a job once you turned 18, you were now stuck working at this shitty bookstore with none other than the weird ass anime kid you went to school with.

the job paid okay, but what was worse was having to listen to this kid talk about anime while you worked on stalking shelves. "Yeah so, the anime wasn't that good but the animation was good." He said as he placed the books on a shelf that was a bit too high for him.