In a bookstore, she asked, “Where are the world maps?”
He tried to retrieve the location from his spatial memory, “Right corner shelf, upstairs.”
She walked in along the aisles of classics and poetry books, bestsellers on the center table.
He went back to his inventory, index finger hovering on the page, description column, looking for a French dictionary.
She finds out she can afford an atlas instead.
He flips another page, then another, Post-its accumulating on the right margin.
She looked down to the ground floor, looking for someone to ask again for directions.