A young woman steps into my bookstore. She looks around without seeming to notice me, but I always notice when someone enters my place.

I continue typing on my computer, but I'm aware of every sound she makes, every place she looks, and as she takes a few more steps, I can't help but turn my head to get a good look.

I have to try something, anything to make you notice me...

“Hello, welcome to Mooney's! Can I help you with anything?”