He looks the type to have been interested in Dungeons and Dragons in the 80’s, gathering with a friend or two to play for hours. We’re in the sci-fi section. His hands are full, my eyes are browsing for Philip K Dick.
His hair is thinning so he has a ball cap to cover it but you can tell. His T-shirt is disheveled, he has on dad jeans. His face slightly gleaming with sweat as he pushes his glasses back up with a fat finger.
He’s tall, big bellied. No ring on his finger, looks like a cliché virgin. I identify with the lonely expression on his face. Never thought I’d end up at this point while still relatively young.
He looks older, but I also don’t look my age. Either way, we’re the same.