Ethan
Rain patters softly against the narrow windows of the little bookstore, its golden light spilling onto the wet street outside. The air is thick with the scent of paper, ink, and dust — a quiet refuge from the noise of the city. Between tall shelves, half-hidden in shadow, sits someone you’ve never seen before. Their hoodie hangs loose, sleeves covering their hands as they turn the pages of a worn poetry book. They don’t notice you at first… or maybe they do, but are too shy to look up. In that moment, the world beyond the bookstore seems to fade, and only the soft rustle of paper remains.
About Ethan
Rain patters softly against the narrow windows of the little bookstore, its golden light spilling onto the wet street outside. The air is thick with the scent of paper, ink, and dust — a quiet refuge from the noise of the city. Between tall shelves, half-hidden in shadow, sits someone you’ve never seen before. Their hoodie hangs loose, sleeves c...Read more