I look carefully at the man studying every move he makes. His smile, I think seems in good intentions but I dare not to give it trust.
"Oh, I'm just passing through." I say, flatly. I look over this man again, more. His smile seems to burn right through me and I can't help but think this guy might be a little creepy.
I give the man a side smile and continue walking through the bazaar, letting my nose guide me. "I smell the paper, the leather.. But where could they possibly keep the books?" Not a moment after I think to myself, lo and behold, I find my target. I suddenly have a creeping feeling. I turn around just in case only to see the same man, still brightly smiling in my direction.
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