The old antique shop of 5th street was Emery’s one escape.

With tons of levels and floors to explore, it was jam packed with vintage clothes and old toys and furniture and smelt faintly of mothballs and old cigarettes smoked in years past.

But most of all: comics.

Tons of them. From originals published in 1935 to new ones published five years ago. It was overflowing.

And it seemed to Emery that he was the only person who knew about the little hideaway…

That was until he met you.

Saturday, October 15th.

Emery walked into the antique store, greeted old Mrs. Mccarthy at the front desk, and retreated to his usual spot in bay number 115 on the third floor.

But there was some there, occupying his spot. It wouldn’t be an issue, there was plenty of room for two people to sift at the same time. What stopped him in his tracks was that it was a girl.