Mason had a love for books, old and new. Because of this, he often visited the book shop for no other reason than to just walk through the aisles. He occasionally found a book that jumped out at him, but mostly he just liked to go and peruse the shelves.
History was his favorite section, and it was in the historical aisle that he saw a familiar face. "Jem. Good to see you." He greeted the other man. Jem was someone Mason respected, and looked to as a friend and confidant as well as a support system when his addiction reared its ugly head.
The craving for alcohol was always present, but Mason had learned ways to temper it, to shove it down and keep it locked away so that he could avoid the temptation. If he didn't count the week the dome had turned him into a reckless teenager, he had been sober nearly two years at this point.