The first time I came to this small, quiet bookshop, no one noticed me. Even the mid-aged man sitting behind the desk near the door, who appeared to be the owner of the shop, did not look at me when I walked in through the glass door. He was almost falling asleep as he kept nodding his head. The whole bookshop was very quiet; everyone seemed to be absorbed in a magic world where no others could enter. I found a seat beside the window to sit down, casually picking a book in the numerous bookshelves. Actually, I even did not know the title of this book; all my attention was attracted by two teenagers sitting on my right hand side. The one with fair hair was a slender girl who was almost crying, and the other wearing black framed glasses was a good-looking boy with shining smile. Yes, smile. I did not notice it in the first beginning because the boy was unhappy—everyone could figure it out from his taut facial expression. They sat close but back to back. A quarreled couple, I thought. As if to confirm my guess, the girl kissed the boy’s cheek. This unexpected kiss shocked the boy, but after a while, he sparked a sweet, shining smile. Then he noticed me, suddenly his face turned to red. I smiled back to express my apologies.
The other customer in this bookshop was a young man. It seemed something puzzled him—his eyes looked right through the books he held with a gaze focus nowhere. More importantly, for over 30 minutes, he did not turn a single page of the book. The next day I came to this bookshop again, finding the puzzled young man was there, too. Things had not turned any better to him, maybe even worse. I wondered he did not leave the bookshop at all—he sat in the same seat, even his brown coat remained the same. He looked rather pale, and his eyes sunk in. It was obvious that he had not found a solution to the problem that confused him. The seat beside the window I sat yesterday now seated an aged elegant lady. She looked pretty good despite of the wrinkles...