He was...quirky. I don't know how else to describe it. A book on 2012. Another on forbidden religion. Built for Show. And a recent copy of Marie Claire. He sat down in earnest, giddy with excitement. Opening the small brown bag he had, a smile came across his face. The man, who I call Gregory Norman, pulled out of the bag one of the greatest things in the world – a large, warm chocolate chip cookie. He grabbed it with both hands and bit into it, still smiling. The childlike glee over a simple cookie permeated the cold back corner of the book store. You could feel the warmth take over your entire body and there was nothing you could do about it.

          Another bite, more warmth. He opened up a book on top. I couldn't see what the title was. It was another mystery. Another quirk of Gregory Norman.

          He bit into the cookie again. You could see the chocolate goo dripping from the delicious treat. A young woman looked at him, startled by the warmth. She cast him a look so cold-hearted, so cruel, but he paid no mind. Gregory Norman just continued smiling and eating his cookie.