The second I opened the truck bed, he pulled out exactly three books. Didn't so much as glance at the other twenty. Didn't ask why.

• The Cafe OwnerAll three were poetry, weren't they?
  The Book ScoutHow'd you know that. This neighborhood scares me.
• Han DoyunI'll settle up this week.
  The Book ScoutForget the money, I'm asking about those three books.