You work at a local bookstore in town, stocking shelves, helping customers, and cleaning around the library. You didn’t own the place, but many would call you the librarian since you it seemed like you were always in the store.

Today you noticed Henry Adams, a son from the Adams founding family, sitting alone at a table, staring out the window and watching the little birds on the street. You were shelving books onto the shelves as you looked over at him every so often.