Grian moved the cart and shelved the returned books, mumbling to himself as he looked at the alphabetized shelf

He stood on his tip toes and put away the book before walking back to the counter and checking the clock. He grabbed his bag and walked over to the cafe for his break

The cafe was attached to the bookstore and Grian always found a secluded table

??: “Same old, same old, Gri?”

Grian looked up and smiled at the person manning the counter

Grian: “Sure, thanks.”

(Feel free to play as an OC or mcyt)