"fine then, half-half." Sam said as the waitress came over and split the bill for them, smiling as she walked away. Sam got up, happy to stretch his legs but sad to leave food-heaven. "ready to go?" he asked Ellie lightly as he slung his backpack overr his shoulder.

"Half-half." She agreed with a smile. Once they had paid, she gave him a nod to say she was ready before making her way towards the door. She looked a little reluctant to leave the warm and homely store before finally leaving. "What do you want to do now? Is there anything you need to get?"

They exited the shop, a gust of breezy wind slapping him in the face. "maybe we could walk up highstreet and look at some shops? i dont know." Said Sam, beginning to walk slowly in that direction. He caught sight of cosy clothes shops, fishing shops, even horse shops! But by far what caught his eye the most was the tiny thin bookshop nestled in an alleyway.

She nodded, "sounds good. I need some new shirts anyway." She shrugged before setting off down the high street. When she spotted Sam looking curiously at a little old book store. "We can go in if you want?"

Sam nodded and together they walked into the susty old shop, a faint bell tingling in the back. Instantly Sam was hit with the smell of old books, pages turned byso many people. It was like magic. An old frail man with a halo of albert-einstein hair and a wise expression on his face sat sleeping in the chair behind the vast wooden desk. Sam looked around quietly, as if a noise would make the shop explode. He was instantly drawn to a weathered and beaten hard back book titled The American Claimant, by Mark Twain. The cover was dusty and musty, but Sam blew off the dust to reveal the title and a small image. On closer inspection of the first page, it told Sam that this book was a first-edition novel, probably worth around $300. Sad, he moved away. If the old man had any sense he would have sold it for that. But the silvery pricetag caught his eye as he walked away. Eyes wide, he read it. "27 dollars?" he said, shocked. Gently, happily, he picked up the old and valuable book and cradled it like a baby. From there he went to find Ellie, excited about the prospect of reading this exciting find.

(wow that was loooong!)

Ellie followed him into the book store quietly before parting ways. Sam left to whichever part of the store he was going, while she left to find some fictional books to brows through. She wasn't much of a reader, but while she was here, she figured that she might as well see if there was anything that caught her eye. She saw a few titles, but she read the first sentence and was already bored. She huffed slightly, trying to find something of interest. She was an easily entertained person, but it didn't seem like it right now. As she reached to pick up a book, it slipped from her hand and almost reached the ground. She swiftly jerked to grab it with a small sigh of relief when it landed in her hand. She soon decided the book was bad luck and continued with her browsing. She eventually found herself in the kids section, with a few parents with their children, silently reading. She tried to avoid the judgmental looks from them, just scanning the names and titles of the books. She eventually caught sight of one that seemed familiar to her and reached for it, pulling it gently from its shelf. She scanned through it and smiled softly. She had seen this book before, when she was small. It brought back some nostalgia from her child hood. It had been one of her favourites. She went to sit in a comfortable chair as she flipped through the pages of the short book titled "Mr Fox," when Sam showed up, looked more than pleased with the rustic looking book in his arms. Ellie held up the book and pointed at it gently, "I think I read it as a kid," she said quietly before making her way over to him, "what have you got there?"

Sam smiled at her little childrens book. "extremely rare old book by Mark Twain, one of my favourite authors." Sam said happily. "can't wait to read it." Together they approached the old man sitting behind the counter. Gently, Sam presses the service bell on his desk and He woke with a jery movemet. After speaking for a couple minutes, He recieved the money and thanked them both for coming. Sam and Ellie exited the bookshop, the air containing the conversations of so may people out on the street sweeping through Sam. "so," he said, turning to Ellie. "where do you want to go?"

Ellie paused as she thought about what she wanted to do before her smile grew, "I want to get some new clothes. While I actually can, because I know I won't be out again for a while." She murmured before locking her eyes onto a warm looking clothes store. "There. Come." She cooed before taking a gentle hold of his wrist and marching towards it. "We're going in there." She said in a firm tone.

Sam took her hand and was dragged into the shop "ok, ok!" he said as they enetered the large sho smelling of fresh cotton. Sam didn't really need anything so he just sort of hung around so Ellie could find what she wanted. After a little while he walked up to Ellie, who was in the dress section, and said lightly "found anything you like?"

"Uhm..." She murmured as she went through a few lines of dresses and pulled out one in her size, "what do you think of this one?" She questioned as she held up a royal blue dress with a small white belt. "It's my birthday in a few weeks and my brothers and I are going out to dinner. I just need something decent to wear?" She murmured with a small chuckle. She didn't really know why she was asking Sam, but she trusted him to tell her if it would look good or not.