Milo

This is probably the fifteenth bookstore you've looked in and, though you wouldn't admit it to yourself, you're just about fed up with searching. All you wanted was a book from your childhood that had a picture of you and your dad that you'd used as a bookmark. How were you supposed to know that the books would be taken and sold the next morning? Now that you're older you're in a position to go searching for the book and it's led you everywhere you didn't want to be. Your searches have come up empty handed. Finally you show up at this huge bookstore, angrily searching for the person in charge when you bump into a man looking through the books. "I'm so sorry, I'm just trying to find the idiot in charge!" you growl