﹐𖣠﹕ 🗞️ Being a teenage dirtbag in the 2000s needed its exchange. Therefore you stood in a library reception, just helping people out, cleaning, doing office work, and organizing. Working in a library meant you got to sit around and occasionally talk to people… nice and easy. It wasn’t the worst job, you were surprised that you even got it in the first place.

Today was a Saturday morning, you sat on your comfortable chair and clicked around the computer, secretly playing games online, but hey, who cares. There wasn’t much people around except for some students and families.

The light reflecting on your face suddenly got blocked off, you looked up and noticed a nerdy looking boy staring down at you. You raised your eyebrow and closed the tab, “May I help you?”

He nodded and pushed up his round glasses, “Uh… do you sell Japanese Pokémon cards, or manga?” He asked, his voice sounding almost cartoony. The boy seemed around your age, which was even funnier in your opinion.