Tucked away on a quiet street, the bookstore doesn't have an address - but it doesn't need one, as it magically appears to those who are meant to find it.

Okay, so the job ad seemed amazing. I get to take care of this really neat bookstore that has an amazing espresso machine. There is this cute little black cat that sits on the counter and I get to live upstairs. What better opportunity could ever be out there, as I pay off my ungodly student loans?

Little did I know as soon as the paperwork was signed, I find out the cat talks, and magic might just be real?