On friday evening, Mama, known for the fascinating plots of her novels, each of which invariably became a bestseller, got out to the old quarter of the city to visit a vintage bookstore famous among locales. This place was a kind of outlet for her. The ticking of an antique clock, like a pendulum, calmed her mind, immersing her in the atmosphere of an unfamiliar, but so dear to her heart past.

Looking through the spines of the books on the shelves, enjoying the peace of this place, which was so different from the hustle and bustle of her daily life, Mama for the first time was in no hurry, devoting time to her comfort. Her attention was attracted by a glass display case with rare editions, among which she noticed a book that inspired her to write one of her first novels. Shifting her gaze to the bookshelf at the end of the hall, she involuntarily stumbled into someone else's gaze and couldn't help but chuckle when the stranger turned away. Fans of her work could often meet her on the streets of the city, but they were too shy to come up and exchange a few words, let alone get an autograph.

After watching the fan gather her courage, Mama nodded as soon as their gazes crossed again, making it clear that she did not mind a small company.