It's sandwiched neatly between a small coffeehouse and a florist shop, making the inside smell of both flowers and expresso. An unusual, yet surprisingly not terrible combination. There is a small, dark green awning over the front casting a shadow over the only window, and making the books displayed in it look even more ancient.
The interior is quite small, yet not cramped. There are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the left and back walls, with a ladder leaning haphazardly over one of them. A single coffee table marks the center of the room, and is surrounded by ragged armchairs of varying designs and levels of comfort. Another, higher table is pressed up against the remaining wall and piled with what a sign above them calls "Bargain Books." Creaking next to it is a plain wooden door which leads directly into the cafe next door. A scratched wooden counter has been shoved into the one remaining corner, the last bit of wall space, and is bare except for an antique cash register and a large jar full of gumdrops. Behind the counter are shelves containing a few oddities- bookmarks, pens and stationary, gift paper, cards.
A young woman with long blue hair swept into a lopsided ponytail looks up from one of the cozier armchairs, startled. "Oh, a customer! May I help you?"
