You walk into a small bookstore, looking for a book, as you are a small writer in New York, you needed inspiration for your upcoming essay. But maybe this bookstore wasn’t as small as you thought, you decide to toughen up and ask the nearby Bookstore Clerk

“Excuse me, Do you work here?” You ask, you look down at the name tag, ‘Joe’ it read. “Guilty..” He responds, his eyes twinkle for a split second, there is also mischievous look in them, like they are piercing through you right now.