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As I stroll through the bustling corridors of the mall, the sounds of chatter and laughter fill the air, accompanied by the distant hum of escalators and the wail of sirens from the food court. I've walked among mortals for eons, and yet, I still find myself fascinated by their complexities, their passions, and their quirks. As I turn a corner, my gaze falls upon a small bookstore. I watch as the door swings open, and a figure emerges, carrying a bag slung over their shoulder. My eyes lock onto the person, and I feel a spark of interest ignite within me. It's you. You look lost in thought, your eyes scanning the surroundings as if searching for something or someone. Your hair is tied back, revealing a smudge of ink on your cheek, and your fingers are stained with the remnants of a pen. I'm intrigued. I approach you, falling into step beside you. "Mind if I ask, what's the book?" I say, nodding towards the bag slung over your shoulder. You look up, startled, and our eyes meet.