Little Book Shop On The Corner

The little bookshop

"I'm late! I'm late I'm late late!" The woman ran past clutching a basket of freshly baked bread loafs. She held the bottom of her skirt as she ran. She skidded to a stop in front of the tall foreboding library. She gasped for air and entered. Her breaths seemed to echo in the silent halls. She set her basket on a nearby table and called out, "Hello, is anyone here?" She paused and caught her breath. "I had orders to deliver a package here.."
"Ah! You're here!" A man's deep voice called from somewhere behind the maze of books. He emerged from the dark holding tight to him a stack of dusty leather bound novels that blocked his face. He set them down and turned to the woman. He was wearing a brown tweed jacket and simple pants. He was slim, but not unhealthy in appearance. His face resembled the books he was carrying. Worn and timeless. He looked as if he'd traded sleep for reading. He extended his hand. "Hi! I'm David Sinter," he said cheerfully. "I believe you have something for me?" He tilted his head and gave a crooked smile.
"Uh.. yes! Of course," the woman shook herself out of the daze the man had seemed to put her in. She shook his hand and handed him the basket. David smiled.
"I'm Amber. I run the bakery 'round the corner." Her accent seeming more prominent now that she's calmed. David pushed his thin framed classes up and messed with his hair. "You're not from here?" Amber laughed. Her long red hair bouncing playfully.
"No, I'm not. Ireland." David smiled.
"I knew it!" Amber chuckled and sighed.
"I best be going. It's nice meeting you, David. Run by the shop some time?"
He smirked. "Absolutely."
With that she turned and walked out. David sighed and smiled. He looked down into the basket of bread. He smiled more and closed his eyes before twirling and spin around. Still holding the bread he began to dance gracefully. Waltzing around the room without a partner and without music. "Its perfect", he announced. "She's perfect. Shes the one!"
  "The one, sir?" His trusted friend and employee questioned. David laughed at this and sighed.
"My dear friend, she's the one! The one from the story!" David danced and grabbed an old looking book from a shelf. He opened to a marked page and pointed at a picture of a woman with long curly red hair. "Look, Atlas!" He laughed."it's her!"
  "Well they do look similar," the man called Atlas said carefully. "Perhaps she could be..." David laughed and took the shorter man in his arms. "She's going to free us! My dear friend she's the one! The one to free us from this world finally!"
He put Atlas down and hugged the basket of bread close. After 500 years, we can leave this world!"