Jared Whitfield wasn't as busy as he used to be these days.
Sometimes, after a quiet dinner at home, he and Agnes would wander down to the local bookstore for a leisurely browse.
The bookstore had this laid-back, cozy charm to it. Being there made you almost forget about the passage of time.
Jared looked around and said, "We've got almost everything ready. Have you decided on a name for the bookstore yet?"
The store still didn't have a name.
Agnes, leaning against Jared's shoulder by the window, replied, "People are so stressed these days, living in such a rush. I want this place to be somewhere folks can find a little peace, remember who they are, recharge, and face the world again. How about we call it Quiet Heart Books?"
Jared chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. "I like it. Does this mean we should start calling you Boss Pritchard?"
"Boss sounds so... ordinary."
"Then how about Master Pritchard?"
"On second thought, Boss Pritchard is fine."
The day Agnes opened the bookstore, there were no grand decorations or celebrations. Not even a single flower arrangement at the entrance. It simply opened its doors, as if it had been part of the neighborhood forever.
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