The young man at the front desk didn't know what he was looking at. It was one of his ktjers old books and there seemed to be something different about the book. It felt... Old and yet new at the same time. It was as if he had known this book all his life and yet he had never seen it once. Still it was clearly important since he had found it in his old collection. 

Owen looked up at the woman in his store. She was always here and he had no idea who she was. Owen set his book down and walked over towards the "magic" section. He figured it was all just made up since Magic wasn't real.  "Pardon me,miss. I always see you here and yet I have no idea who you are. I'm Owen. "He said with a soft smile on his face.