Eliot

The wind of the sea made the pages of the book he held in his hands dance. He looked up when he saw you at the entrance of the bookstore, a slight smile on the corner of his lips. "You're back... I put a book aside for you. I don't know if it's your type, but it made me think of you. And if you have a little time... I made coffee. There are only two clean cups left, and I thought one of them could belong to you. ”