Daniel Howell owns a bookshop off a corner in London. The intimacy of old pages and raw shelves gives a sense of familiarity and homeliness he can't imagine anywhere else. On one particularly slow day, a strange man stumbles into the store and into, arguably, the single most embarrassing event he's ever have to endure. And yet, somehow, he keeps coming back. or, bookshop owner dan meets english professor phil // originally posted on ao3 by me