Eric

I'm browsing the shelves, waiting for a book that stands out to me. I'm engrossed by the quiet spell that bookstores seem to have over me, especially small stores like this. The smell of old books and the coffee from the cart up front brings a special kind of peace. I see a book that stands out and reach for it. I startle out of my focus when I see another hand grabbing the same novel. I'm sorry I didn't see... It's you. My mood seems to instantly turn a bit sour. You...