[ february seventeenth, 2001hr — grayson meets jack ]
@rareaamerican
grayson hummed as he finally finished up restocking his little bookshop, he had shown up early to finish off his new display of long sought after sequels and put in his new case of collectible first editions. his eyes darted to the clock, he was late to open but it didn’t matter, it was usually slow in the first hours anyways. wiping his hands off, he fixed the last book in place and went to unlock the heavy wooden doors to allow whatever early goers to come in as they pleased. the store front was classic southern vintage, with the ornate doors and a wood carved sign, clearly someone with taste and lots of attention to detail. heading back to his counter, he hopped onto it and grabbed his leasure book to slow down his morning, it was the latest from his favourite author and a small town favourite.
