The morning sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone street as Maria walked toward the old bookstore. She had discovered this hidden gem three weeks ago, tucked between a bakery and a flower shop. The elderly owner, Mr. Chen, always greeted her with a warm smile and recommendations for obscure novels. Today, she hoped to find something special for her sister's birthday. The bell chimed softly as she pushed open the weathered wooden door, breathing in the familiar scent of aged paper.