Useless patrol
Joe’s POV
A dull sound makes us jump; but don’t you worry about a thing, Bronte, I’ll go patrol around.
I walk in the direction of the noise I heard shortly before; at
first I don’t see anyone, then I figure out who the culprit is and I
chuckle.
It’s a heavy tome that fell from its shelf, it happens quite often when you work in a bookstore.
