The sole occupant of the store was an elderly black man that sat behind the counter, leaning back in a chair with his hands folded on his stomach. The television played a little too loudly for the store’s old school atmosphere. Some courtroom show.
The person behind the counter being elderly does not help to dissuade the magic book shop feel.
What he’s doing kind of does, though, just a little.
After checking out the selection of fantasy books in the middle of the store, I navigated my way to the back, keeping an eye on the signs identifying each section. The Romance section had way too many books in it. So did Mystery, as far as I was concerned. Both genres tended to be a little too repetitive and samey for my tastes.
Yeah, I can’t argue there.
As I disappeared behind a row of shelves, the man at the counter called out, gruff, “Don’t be shoplifting because you think I’m not paying attention!”
Not the most trusting of people, eh? Fair enough.
“Alright!” I called back, feeling silly as I said it. I wasn’t sure how else to respond.
Hehe.
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