The bookshop is always cozy at this time of day, although this time, the quiet atmosphere is broken by a man and his daughter.

"Elise!" The man calls as the little blonde girl sprints past you. "If you cannot behave, we'll go home, Elise." He sighs and stops to reach for a book— the same one you'd been reaching for. When your hands brush, he seems sheepish. "Oh, pardon me."