I don't want the ordinary. I want ~magic~

Mineto was not looking back either. He was folding the list thoughtfully, and sliding it into his breast pocket. Then he was walking with slow deliberate steps over to the front door to pull it wide and leave it open. The climate was dry and warm, and the store had not seen air for a while. He set off down the road outside the shop, hands in his pockets as though he was the only person.