I nodded as Vladimir as he sat down. I started to notice his habit of stuttering and I was unsure if it was because he was nervous or because a problem he may have. I leaned in, so I could focus on our conversation better. But when I leaned in I noticed his cheeks were colored, I did not point it out though and just smiled.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0000FF">"The book store? Yea, I go by there all the time. I enjoy to read, but getting books is hard since I don't have any money, or a job to receive money." </span></span></span><br/>I shrugged lightly and looked towards where the bookshop was. Mentioning the bookstore made me remember of the one I been looking at. But I quickly looked back at Vladimir.  He wanted to get to know me? Maybe he is joking. Should I trust him? I realized I remained silent longer then I probably should have. Though knowing he liked writing as well made me grin.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0000FF">"Get to know me? Uh, Yea sure. I don't see why not. I mean I don't really talk much about myself..."</span></span></span><br/>I tilted my head looking more at the table now, I felt a bit low. No one ever wanted to get to know me, especially when I was younger. Strange how this man appears all of a sudden. Everything around me went static, I couldn't see anything besides the table, myself, and Vladimir and the sound was quiet though I heard is breathing louder then my own heart beat. I glanced back over at him.