  Everynight he comes. Hes always here for about 3hrs atleast. Sometimes he comes and stays untill we begin to lock the doors for the night. He comes dressed in the same style each time, tshirt jeans and work boots. Sometimes his boots are caked in red Alabama clay, pants coated in a thin layer of grime. Other times hes freshly showered , but his hair is always distraught. One can always find him in the same section, although he sits in one of two places. Sometimes sitting in the floor in front of the manga, other times sitting in the squishy grey arm chairs.
I like to make up stories about him , what he does, where he lives, why he comes here. Tonight hes a construction worker. He comes to look at the manga hidden from his rough hewn constuction buddies. They wouldnt understand his love of manga, so he keeps hidden in a bookstore, a place where they wont likely be browseing. And so he sits for hours enjoying his secret, guilty pleasure. 
