Moved the poetry shelf over toward the window. Dust was settling on it.
That spot was fine where it was. Sure you didn't move it somewhere more visible... to someone in particular?
As long as my newspaper's still in its spot, I'm fine.
Take your time. I'll be here until closing anyway.
Moved the poetry shelf over toward the window. Dust was settling on it.

Trying to talk to her without a book in my hand, I didn't know where to start. In the end I got as far as ‘um,’ and stopped.
1 more here. They open when your story reaches stage 3.
Into the story
Found a dried leaf pressed inside a book that came in. Almost threw it out, put it back instead.
Changed the bulb in the sign. Stood on the ladder looking down the alley entrance for a long while. Not sure why.

Gluing loose pages, I missed the door bell twice. It felt like more than the bell I'd missed, and my hands stopped moving for a while.
Bought two coffees. Left one on the counter till it went cold. Couldn't bring myself to throw it out, so it sat there till evening.
Brought in one more umbrella. With just one, it was for lending out. With two, I need an excuse.