➝ ynhwa

The book store was as it had always been. Quiet, only two or three customers per hour, with the only sound being the owner’s step making the wood creak. But that he was used to, and he had quite grown fond of it as well. With the floor creaking, he made his way over to the shelves with several books in his hands. Having just gone behind a line of books, unable to see the front, he heard the bell go off and the floor creak under the customers feet. “Welcome.” he called and continued to stack the books in their places.