The hours passed, and the bookstore grew quiet. I looked up to see the proprietor, an elderly man with spectacles perched on the end of his nose, watching me with a warm smile.
"You've found Walker and Miller," he said, nodding towards the book. "That's a special one. Not many people appreciate its beauty."
I smiled, feeling a sense of belonging. "I think I'm one of them," I said.
The hours passed, and the bookstore grew quiet. I looked up to see the proprietor, an elderly man with spectacles perched on the end of his nose, watching me with a warm smile.
"You've found Walker and Miller," he said, nodding towards the book. "That's a special one. Not many people appreciate its beauty."
I smiled, feeling a sense of belonging. "I think I'm one of them," I said.
