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      At the elevator, a person had joined him at the doors, and he barely noticed their presence. The two waited for the elevator to arrive, it seemed to be slow, maybe it was his imagination. James pressed the button again, impatient. Before he could react, a woman had squeezed between them. He turned his head, a small “Wha-” being uttered, then his brows furrowed together. Seeing the bills in her hand, his eyes widen, barely recognizing the currency. “Oh, uh, right.” He finally managed to say, noticing the doors open. He stepped in after the woman, the other person following in suit, who was eerily quiet. Now in the elevator, James stood against the wall. “What floor are you going on?” He asked, waiting to press a button, the doors slowly closing. The person -- a man -- looked up, their eyes heavy, sweat visible on their forehead even though it wasn’t hot. They didn’t say a word, which he found odd.

          They walked down the street together, but most definitely not hand in hand. She was intrigued by this man. About how he could just nonchalantly walk around town as a real life celebrity. June managed to not look as star-struck as she felt because after all, he was a real person. “So, did you have a favorite kind of restaurant?” They’d met once or twice in a cafe, but it was just friendly. She’d approached him before saying she was a fan and then left him be. The second time, she make a kind joke and would’ve loved to share a meal with him, but was on the go. “What about… Korean BBQ?”

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“It’s the first time I’ve met someone so interested in the types of ghosts I mentioned.” Gayoon admitted as her slender arms were crossed over her chest, the side of her skinny self resting against one of the solid bookshelves. The construction was as if glued to the floor and there was no danger in leaning her small weight against it. “Have you read Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude? If yes I won’t say anything further. If not then you might be stuck here for a long while, my friend, since I have quite a story to tell.”

        “Yeah? I usually watch horror movies, never thought of reading and learning about it. It’s an entire new world for me.” Being truthful, he looked over at the Storyteller, his brows raised, eyes slightly wide from the curiosity he felt towards the subject. Carefully, he closed the book shut, lowering it to hold against his right hip. “No, I haven’t.” He shook his head; he hadn’t even heard of the name of the book before. James paused for a moment, realizing how little he knew about this subject. “That’s fine with me, I’d rather be here than out wandering.” If he hadn’t found the bookshop, the actor would have followed the streets, ending up in familiar surroundings and avoiding any sense of real adventure. Right now, he didn’t have the sense to leave or had the thought to.

“Wandering can sometimes lead to marvellous adventures.” Story teller said as her gaze slowly lifted from the printed letters to meet the male’s once again. “Crime novels, hm? Well. If you enjoy them the most then… Do follow me.” After she closed the paperback ( its cover containing small title ‘Quo Vadis’ ) Gayoon motioned for the man to follow her footsteps into the hidden area behind her counter. The area was divided from the main interior with a long colorful drape, its pattern that of an arabic carpet reaching from an arch in the ceiling to the cold floor. Inside the room were countless shelves decorating bare walls, the floor of marble texture with a pattern of a chess board. The chamber wasn’t that big but long bookshelves created an optical illusion and one had a feeling that the space was infinite. “How would you feel about the stories set in an ancient Rome? It has crimes, good amount of blood and quite a mysterious atmosphere to it.” Gayoon was tiptoeing, her hand trying to reach the book dressed in a burgundy leather. “I guarantee you won’t be able to put it down for a long while.” She didn’t give an attention to the whsipers coming from the papers, the sentences and stories all singing to her blood, their voices timidly approaching her inner universe.

          “It’s the best way to waste time too.” he shrugged his shoulders, lips pursed. Noticing the movement, his dark eyes merely skimmed the book’s cover before it was put down. He obliged to the motioning to follow, walking away from the bookcase and went around the counter. He paused, glancing at the drape, then entered the room that felt like a grand secret. Fascinated by the hidden area, James absorbed the new scenery, memorized by the captivating layout and the overall appearance. Slowly, he looked up at the highest shelf, wondering what books were out of reach and what information it held. “Sounds like my kind of book,” he finally spoke, tearing his attention away from the shelves. James approached the woman, amused by her tip-toeing, a cheeky smile crawling upon his lips. Stopping at her side, he reached up to pull out the burgundy leather without any effort. “Here, I’ll get it. And thank you. I’m sure I will.” Book in hand, he flipped open to the first page, reading the first paragraph. “About the ghosts, if you have books about that, I’d like to read it. The way you talk about them is alluring. Or you can tell me more, if you want and if you have the time to.” He told her without looking away from the page. 

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