Nov 7, 2016
@timevswounds like for a starter
Mikael leaned against the counter in the tiny bookstore. It was a small place with very few people who ever dared to come inside and to say he was bored would be putting it lightly. His head rested against his fists as he stared at the nothing around him. He heard the little bell ring as the door opened and he looked over at the person, greeting them and welcoming them to the store and watching as they disappeared into the stacks. After about ten minutes and watching the person stare at one bookshelf for the longest time, Mikael left the counter and walked over to them. “Hey,” he greeted. “You looking for anything specific?”