Samson - Present

- Are you sure you want to do this? You’re just about to abandon your faithful clients and this lovely view to the city park. - With a large brown tape, she seals another books filled box identified with a black marker “Fantasy novels from D to E” on the side.

- I’m not ditching them, Lulu. We still sell online and knowing what they like means personalized service customer. This new shop is perfect for your “bugging me for years” idea.

- You mean… - She looks astonished at her long-time friend and boss still not believing her ears.

- Yes, you will work in a café bookshop. I am trusting you with the duty of serving drinks and food besides selling books… Do you think you can handle it?

As soon as the marker is abruptly placed on the counter, it rolls down to the floor. She picks it up with a loud laughter and quickly gets around the boxes to hug Samson. He closes his arms around her and smiles.

- It’s enough now. Could you please let me breathe?

- No… - squeezing him even more - You need to feel the size of my happiness… - Overwhelmed, tears come out of her tightly closed eyes and roll down her face. - Trust me, I can manage it… and if not, I will delegate to my sweet brother Radhi…

- Why is my holy name pronounced from such a vile mouth? - Leaning with his elbow on the door frame, Radhi furrows his brows while shaking his t-shirt to cool down. - This dark god does not submit to a low commoner. With this low speed, it seems to me that we will be closed for another week. - Pointing to the several empty boxes on the ground, he walks towards his sister and his associate - Samson, don’t let her slow you down. She should only be told of our plan during the weekend. Now she won’t stop those little silly dances and it will delay all the moving… We agreed on this, partner. Let him go, girl, and go back to work.

- Yes, your fake highness… - Lulu bows almost kneeling and spreads her arms as if she is holding a long dress. - May my aristocratic brother low his afro head so that I may kiss his royal black cheek?

- You may hug me, too. After you clean yourself, peasant.

After untying her bright red scarf from her head, she pretends to shake the dust off her body while raising her brows and looking at the ceiling. Both men observe the scene with a grin and shake their heads.

The last boxes were carried to the van. Samson locked the white wooden door. This little corner bookshop had been his second home for so many years. Lulu grabbed him by his arm and the three stood in front of the already altered shop front. There was no sign, no decoration, no “buy two, get one” bookcase, no Lulu’s hanging flowers. It was an empty shop. Now it is time to move ahead.