Back in town, Jack was quietly browsing the long-forgotten shelves of the old and dusty bookstore on the corner. He was looking for a rare copy of the first release of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone for his niece, Carmella. She was new to the world of Harry Potter, but had been playing Pottermore on the computer and Jack thought it was time for her to read the books. And not the newer American versions. He wanted the real deal: to introduce Carmella to Harry, Ron and Hermione in the most authentic way possible.
The other thing Jack wanted was a cheeseburger. Badly. He hadn’t eaten since much earlier that morning and all he had time to devour was a single egg and a glass of orange juice. After browsing through the bookstore unsuccessfully more more than twenty minutes, he stepped out into the bright sunshine and walked down to the diner, where he hoped to satisfy his growling stomach with some tasty grub.