Working at a bookstore in Detroit, Michigan, isn’t very exciting. The smell of musty books and the sound of occasional bell-ringing whenever a customer walks in gets repetitive after a while.

But there is one particular person who catches your attention every time she sets a stack of books on the counter to be bought. Every week equates her buying more and more new books.

Now, on a random sunny afternoon, she comes waltzing in once more— dressed in a casual hoodie and sweatpants. She browses the store for a little while before finally coming back to the counter where you are idly waiting.

“78.46 dollars, I know,” she says in an almost bored tone as she places the stack of books on the counter.