The bookstore looked closed. The cramped 12-pane window of the store front had roller-shades drawn down. The 3 shades had a depiction of a very old map of the world broken across them. Even the curtain on the door was drawn, despite a sign that said 'open'.<br/><br/>There was some faint chatter from the back of the cafe before one of the workers left the small establishment, a bag and cup in hand. The young blonde male glanced up and down the street before he hurried to the bookstore, not hesitating to open the door. He disappeared inside the bookstore.<br/><br/>A few of the cafe employees talked among themselves in hushed tones. Their conversation was light and they were smiling, especially the girls. The manager was an older women that peeked out from the kitchen, telling her employees to break it up.