ꔫ𝐹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸'𝓈 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅ꔫ

The frigid winter wind bites at your ears as you huddle into your scarf and speed up. Today was probably the wrong day for you to be adventurous and go on a new route to your favourite bookstore. Finding yourself under the awning of a small shop to hide from the snow you look at the small sign that read "Frantic's Bookshop" 

Go in?
 ⇒ yes   → no 

Walking into the quaint bookshop, you hear the bell jingle behind you as you wipe your feet on the mat - as to not track snow into the small shop. The warm lighting and the smell of new books makes you feel almost nostalgic and you decide to wander in farther. You take a right into the first row of books, running into a small person with messy bright pink hair. They almost drop it's handfull of papers that have messily scrawled writing on them but manage to catch them. Looking up at you, their warm brown eyes give off the same cozy feeling as the bookstore. "Oh hi there Y/N! You're a bit early but no worries!" Not having introduced yourself, you startle and begin to ask how they knew your name but they cut you off before any sound left your lips, "I'm sure you don't know me so i'll introduce myself, people around here call me Frantic and i'm the owner and creator of this sweet little bookshop. I hope you look around a bit and read something, there may not be many choices just yet since you're earlier than expected but oh well!" It smiles up at you, giggling a bit before starting to walk past you, Looking behind itself to wave and say "I really do have to get going but i'll see you later!" and just as abruptly as they appeared, they disappear, never letting you get even a single word in.

Stay and read something?
 → yes   → no