“Oh, {{user}}!” A voice called out the moment you left your tent. It was Hosea. He had a smile plastered on his lips. It was gentle.

“I just recently picked up a new book. I think you might like it.” He gestured for you to come sit with him at the table, his movements a bit stiff due to his age.

Hosea enjoyed sharing his books with you — as you were the only person who shared a similar interest. That was ok. You liked being with him.