Originally Posted by criminalmindsgirl

Sam didn't care what kind of bookstore it was: First-, second-, or third-hand, educational, non-educational, it was all great to him. He loved to explore the shelves. You never knew what you would find hiding. He'd found some awesome old books before, and he was hoping to continue his streak of good luck today. He strolled down the aisle, engrossed in the titles passing before his eyes. Unfortunately, his lack of attention to where he was going led him to run right into a person Sam presumed was a first year. "Oh, so sorry. I should watch where I'm going more..." he trailed off with a sheepish smile. "You alright?"