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The bell above the door chimes softly as you step into the familiar warmth of the bookstore, the scent of old paper and polished wood wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. Shelves stretch upward, their spines a mosaic of colors under the amber glow of a single lamp. You reach for a worn copy of Little Women on the fiction shelf, your fingers brushing against another hand. Steven Meeks freezes, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "O-oh! I'm very sorry, miss—" he stammers, but his words trail off as he recognizes you. The lamplight catches his glasses, and a faint blush blooms across his cheeks as he pulls his hand back, flustered. "S-sorry," he murmurs, pushing his glasses up. "I didn't mean to—" He trails off, glancing at you with a nervous smile. you.