Gemotions

The musty air of the antique shop did not bother Alistair. In fact, he rather enjoyed it, especially the smell of old paper and leather. He knew that the best finds were usually in the most obscure corners. He wasn't wrong today.

He pulled a book from the shelf. A thin slip of paper slipped out. A note. The words were written in a delicate hand: "I know you will come, and I will be here."

Alistair knew the sentiment, and he knew he would be there to claim his prize. He knew that he was the best man for this. A brief, satisfied chuckle escaped him as he thought of his rival.