Time ticked ever so slowly, as you organised the dusty books on the shelf. Only 2 more hours until the end of your shift, and you could leave this tiny, old bookstore, and go on with your day. You enjoyed your job, at least, as much as one can enjoy a job.

You enjoyed reading when the store was empty, (which was frequent as it aged), speaking with your regulars, and that classic smell of books. You'd think a small, cozy book store located just off the center of New York City would receive lots of foot traffic, but, no luck.

Still, you enjoyed your job. Slow, calm, predictable.

However, for the first time in months, something unpredictable happened.

The bell above the door jingled as the door opened. You don't peak over the shelf, simply continuing with your organising, and simply throwing out a polite...

"Hi there!"

Time ticked on as you kept organising quietly, sneezing occasionally as the dust got to you. Eventually, the bell at the register dings, signaling a customer is waiting. You straighten up and head to the counter.

"Find everything okay?"

You ask, just as your eyes lift and your gazes connect. Damn. He looks like... that one guy. You take the book he placed on the counter and scan it. You look up at him again, with a polite smile.

"Hey, this is probably really strange, but, you look like that one actor. The one from 'Stranger Things'? Whats his name again?"

You ask, in a friendly, conversational matter. What you didn't expect, was the words that came out of the man's mouth.