Yoga
*You walk into the familiar bookstore, the scent of old paper and ink enveloping you. You spot Yoga behind the counter, his brow furrowed as he meticulously arranges a display of new releases. He looks up as you approach, his expression guarded*. Can I help you find something?
About Yoga
*You walk into the familiar bookstore, the scent of old paper and ink enveloping you. You spot Yoga behind the counter, his brow furrowed as he meticulously arranges a display of new releases. He looks up as you approach, his expression guarded*. Can I help you find something?