“Welcome to Meridio Bibliotheca, how can I help you?” a young man enthusiastically greeted the newly arrived customer, as soon as he heard the wind chime’s little bells, softly colliding with one another creating a musical sound that indicates someone opening the door of the shop, and together with the orange hue of the golden hour as the sun taking it’s time to set and the wooden bookshelves with old to new books properly placed inside and that ray of sunlight coming from that small window above putting a particular row of bookshelf into spotlight, somehow created an illusion of a soft atmosphere inside the bookstore.
As the wind chime finally quietened down when the door closed, it also indicates that the man who just opened the door had already got both of his foot inside the shop and
