Taking Different Roads

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — It was a rather typical day in Sam's shop. He had sold a couple of books in the morning for some new tea and leather, had had some pleasant conversations; had also discovered a rather awful amount of dust hiding in a crack in the floorboards and had had to spend an hour clearing it with his finger wrapped in a handkerchief. By midday he was sat in the back of his shop with the door open letting in a pleasant breeze, the light not quite reaching the table he was seated at. He looked up from the page he was working on (careful neat writing explaining the role of witches in Caido's ancient mythology) as he heard a noise outside, and saw the familiar silhouette of Remi walking to his shop next door. Sam had meant to ask for some ink soon and it had been a little while since he had seen his friend, so he took a large book from the table to hold before him (and cast a shadow) and walked over to the door, leaning out. "Remi! Do you have a moment?" — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.