Go to the old bookstore

It didn't take long for Bastian to find the shop; he remembered the neighborhood quite well. It was still in the exact same spot it was all those years ago. When he entered he realized that nothing had changed. It was still filled with all the same old dusty books, still looked to be poorly organized. A man that looked to be only a few years older then himself approached him.

"Can I help you?" The man asked. He had short brown hair, a well trimmed moustache and wore glasses.

"Uh, is Mr. Koriander here?" Bastian asked, surprised to see someone else working in the old man's store.

"You're talking to him." The man said with a smile.

Bastian looked confused but pulled himself together. "Uh, I'm sorry I meant Mr. Koriander Senior."

The man smiled sadly and responded. "I'm afraid my father passed away a couple months ago, I took over his shop. I'm Simon Koriander." He explained.

Bastian frowned. He wanted to yell but held it in; he hadn't been hoping for much, he just wanted to see someone from his childhood. Since his father died he had been so lonely, he just thought Mr. Koriander might just remember who he was. "I'm sorry to hear that." He finally told Simon.

Simon nodded. "My father seemed to be quite well liked in this community; I'm hoping the same can be said about me someday. I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Bastian Bux, I use to shop here when I was a younger." He said