“Working in a Bookstore”

I’m working in a bookstore. I’m new. The employees seem chummy with each other, hugging & whatnot. They are kind to me as well, to my surprise. No one is micromanaging me, but I’m allowed to work at my own pace & interact (or not) with the customers as I please.

There is a coffeehouse on the upper floor of the bookstore. The coffeehouse is giving away free coffee. I ascend the polished wood staircase, but there are no other humans on the upper level. I’m able to wait though, & soon some coworkers join me.

The coworker serving the free coffee informs me it’s not that good, but I think it’s fine. I’m sitting at a table across from another coworker enjoying my free coffee. There is some sort of drama with him & another woman with long blonde hair.

The woman is showing me a photo of herself wearing a long skirt with a small floral print & chunky knit sweater. This is supposed to prove something of my coworker’s fidelity or lack thereof. I’m more interested & admiring of her outfit in the photo & indifferent to the human “love” drama.

I’m observing the scene with a detached curiosity. The other humans seem to want to involve me more directly, which only serves to puzzle me & adds to my curiosity of the unfolding tableau. I’m drama-proof even in my dreams.