Walking into the bookstore on the corner of a quiet New York street, Gojo was hoping to find a couple of textbooks for his psychology class. Other stores he had tried sold college textbooks for too much. The store was quiet, barely any customers. The sun shined in on the wooden bookshelves, and there was a warm feeling. As he scoped the place out, he couldn't help but notice the rather cute book clerk behind the register. You seemed interesting.