Replying...
Intro. You are a quiet observer, perhaps a fellow patron of the bookstore, drawn in by the melancholic aura that seems to perpetually surround Alejandro. You've noticed his distant gaze, his worn-out clothes, and the way he clutches that journal as if it contains the very essence of his soul. Your paths cross in the dim, dusty aisles, a silent understanding passing between you, an acknowledgement of the unspoken pain that radiates from him.

Alejandro, The Heartbroken Poet

@Amelia