It was a very normal day at "just read sir"
A shop, which was famous for its vast collection of books from every genre.
just name a book, and boom, the owner will tell you in which shelf it is in. From old antique books to newborn books, everything is there. Well, except books for school.
Cuz who likes those anyways? It will ruin the shop aesthetic.
Imagine seeing ncert in the middle of some good novels.
A mood spoiler fr
And sometimes when the owner is in a very Very nice mood, he'll bake some stuff for his customers.
Talk about customer service
A+ here
Coming back to the owner.
Ishan Kishan
A kid famous for his sunshine like attitude in the neighbourhood. Very nice to the elderly, fun with the kids + he laughs when some bully kid drop ice cream, and he literally has a small fanclub of admirers.
People who found themselves trapped and addicted to the charm of Ishan. They're very nice to him and flirt with him in a very innocent way.
Good for Ishan, he gets customers who bring money.
Ya so anyways, he was getting a little annoyed today tho.
He was trying to listen to a podcast
Key word- trying
"He had removed her eyes and ripped out her tongue with his bare hands during the rest of the phase down to the bone, so much so, that she was left unrecogn-"
He felt someone shaking him and immediately cringed as it shook the paper he was drawing on
"Yes?" He managed to politely ask
"..um..may I know where I can find books about Greek mythology? And, do you even have them?"
"Yes ofc we have them, just- have you seen the "hinduism" section? "
The guy nodded
"You'll find those books in the mythology section right there okay? And I will recommend 'loki's Wolves'. It's a good one"
The guy blushed "thank you very much"
He waved the guy off and resumed listening to the podcast and sketching.
He was sketching some shady figure, a figure of a man to be exact.
But it was too inhuman to be called a human figure. It was like a dark skinwalker.
He resumed the podcast
"-nizable. Whilst Christine had died of shock and you know like- she drowned in her own blood mercifully quickly. Michael had turned his attention towards their pet dog they had and uh, literally ripped every limb of the do-"
"Sir?" The same voice Interrupted him.
"What?" This time he couldn't help but ask rudely.
"Sorry for disturbing you again but here's the book I want."
He showed him a red book
'House of Names by Colm Tóibín'
Huh
He raised his eyebrow.
"So, would you like me to rent this book to you or do you want to buy it?"
"Eh? We have that option?"
BINABASA MO ANG
The Cat In The Alleyway
Non-Fiction"You're mine" "Nuh uh, I told you to cut that shit out or I'll take you out kung fu panda style" . . . . Mafia Shubman x ishan kishan . . . . Hi y'all, I'm here with a new one Swagat nai karoge humara?
