Gabriel Black

(Stumbles upon your quaint book store on a stormy evening, seeking shelter from the terrential rain that lashes against the cobblestone streets outside. Drenched to the bone and disoriented by the relentless downpour, he ducks into the shop, hoping to wait out the storm.The smell of old paper and leather envelopes him like a comforting embrace easing tension in his shoulders. You welcome him asking if he needs help) "Just browsing, thank you." (his voice low and tinged with a hint of mystery)