writers cramp

The rain was teeming down, I was getting soaked. I finally saw the entrance to the book store across the street. I did a running sprint to the entrance. I went though the door and stopped. Shaking my coat of errant drops of rain and pushing my wet hair out of my eyes I could see that this bookstore was just what I was looking for. It was warm and a feeling of cozy came to my mind. You could tell that this was a  small town bookstore. There were new books and used, which boded well for people who could afford new books and the ones who couldn't. There were arm chairs scattered around the store and I could smell coffee. The coffee bar was in the back of the store.  A couple of people milling around with coffee cup in hand and chatting.
I had an overwhelming feeling of welcome.
                    “Come in, come in” the owner of the store said. “Welcome to My World of Books. Is
                             there anything I can help you find?”
                    “Not at the moment no, I think I will look around a little and grab a cup of coffee.” I   
                     said “ If there is anything I can help you with just ask. I am the owner, Josh Riley”
I gave Mr. Riley a big smile and said thanks. I walked over to the the counter and ordered a coffee. I looked around as I waited for my order. Everything looked clean and dust free. The people in the shop all looked to be pretty clean and dust free too. I chided myself. I shouldn't make fun of people I didn't know.
I paid for my coffee and started looking at the books. This bookstore was as well equipped with all the best sellers and more as the Barnes and Noble in the mall. It was a lot more comfortable too. I strolled around the store just looking not ready to pick anything yet. Actually I wasn't there just to buy books but to try and get some information on the house I bought and the family who owned it. There was a bit oh a mystery about it.  I found some things in the attic and was also hoping that someone here or in town knew if there were any survivors. I also wanted to know if the people who lived there before me, they rented, had any problems, heard or saw anything.  I didn't want to be the cause of a lot of gossip but I was hoping that I could find something out.
I stayed in the fiction section and moved on to the mystery and then to romance. A lot of romance books. Oh look, here is a book by somebody I thought wrote mysteries. I think they must do cross overs with the books.  For me its always an adventure looking for books. As I looked at he books in front of me I started picking up and setting up a pile for myself. I started to drift over the the true story section of the book store. I saw Mr. Riley walk towards me
                             “Can I help find something for you ?”  “On no, I am just looking to see what                                         else may strike my fancy. I'm just looking around.”
                             “ Can I at least put these books on the counter for you?”
                             “Yes, thank you, that would be great”
Mr. Riley picked up the books and gave me a smile. He has a nice smile. Actually Mr. Riley looked pretty good all over. I looked up and smiled back.
                             “Call me Josh, everyone does.” 
                             “OK, I will thanks and its Lee” I said.
I turned back to looking at the shelves. I was making my way slowly to true fiction and local authors. I really didn't know what I wanted. I just thought that I would see a title and it would scream out to me. But it wasn't going to be that easy. I knelt down to look at the titles on the lowest shelf and saw a pair of boots, mens workbooks. They were pointed in my direction. I stood up and this man, about my own hight, 5'5” 5'6” thrusts a book in my hands and turned quickly without a word and left the store.
I stared after him for a second then looked at the book in my hands. It was a history of the county and the names of the families who made this county. I looked at the preface and saw the name of the people who owned my house at one time. I looked the book over and noticed that there wasn't a price on it.
I brought it over to Josh thinking that I had been here long enough. He started to ring up my purchases and I handed him the last book and he looked at and at me.