I used to work at a bookstore, and there was this teenage boy who came in almost every day. He’d sit in the corner and read for hours until we closed without ever buying anything. Eventually I asked him, “Hey, are you looking for something specific?” He said, “No, I just like reading. I don’t have money for books, and the library is too far away. Your store is closer to my house.” I figured, whatever, let him read. He wasn’t damaging anything, so he could read whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted. I started bringing him little snacks and hot chocolate. I even made him…