I saw him for the first time. At the bookstore. He was directing people to which cashier to go to, but in the short amount of time I saw him, I managed to speak with him. I helped him determine the word that described his day. That was when I knew...and that's all I can say.
Day 2:
I saw him again. I didn't find anything in the store that interested me, but I wanted to talk to him again. He was wearing glasses, slim fit jeans, a white v neck, a blue button up, and on top, a brown suit coat. I quickly spotted a "Where the Wild Things Are," gift card and picked it up. I then proceeded to place myself in the perfect spot in line so that I could get him to check it. He thought it was odd I was buying myself a gift card...oh well.
Day 3:
I went to the store hoping to see him, but sadly it wasn't his shift. I later came back to see if he was present. He wasn't working, but my friend spotted him looking at a magazine. We (3 of us) casually followed him into a Starbucks, but I was too shy to go over and speak with him so I just grabbed a magazine myself. After Starbucks he had already left. I alone went on a search for him. Which is extremely childish- I know. I managed to spot him cross-legged on the floor of the graphic novel section. This puzzled me greatly.
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