Joe boredly sat behind the counter of his bookstore, checking over the new shipments, making sure everything was going smoothly. It was. Like always. He felt a glimmer of self-satisfaction, a slight smile lighting up his features.

Then he heard the bells on the door jingle as someone walked in.

Suddenly everything felt like it was moving in slow motion for Joe as he stared at {{user}}, his heart rate increasing significantly.

He watched them browse the aisles, examining everything from Dostoevsky to Brontë. Charlotte, not Emily.

He walked over to them with a soothing smile, his tone gentle. “Looking for anything in particular?”