Outside the entrance of the bookstore, the atmosphere was eerily quiet, reminiscent of a graveyard devoid of suspicion. Despite the sign on the front door declaring it as closed, there was a constant flow of people entering the establishment, all of them inconspicuously dressed in nerdy attire. They made their way inside before the 8 p.m. curfew. Underneath their disguised, unfashionable coats, party attires hid in anticipation.
Ami hesitated outside the entrance to the party, feeling anxiety coursing through her. Her heart raced as she looked around nervously, her palms slightly sweaty.
She couldn't help but second-guess herself. What if something went wrong? What if she couldn't maintain her cover? The weight of the mission bore down on her shoulders, and for a moment, doubt crept into her mind.
