Everyone is pacing back and forth in a hurry. The fluorescent lighting is so bright down here, it reflects off the white stone floor. Almost everyone looks confused. A girl passes by once, twice, three times as she circles the shelves. She stops, looks to her phone and double checks, "Is this the right one?" I can imagine. It's cold in here, the stone floor and metal shelves enforce this temperature. There is music playing. An older song is playing, "Now here's to you Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know...". The girl, a brunette is still walking around, searching. "What's that you say Mrs. Robinson? Jolting Joe has left and gone away...". A man with an orange beard and a yellow lanyard around his neck is pushing a metal cart. I can hear the wheels, thudding as they circle around against ground. He whistles as "Hey, hey, hey..." comes through the speakers. The crowd of people that flooded in here ten minute ago have withered away, it must be close to the next hour. There stands the girl, in her blue SJSU sweatshirt. She looks defeated. "Do you work here?" she asked me. "Yes, I do," I respond. "Can I help you find a book?"
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