Yusra Hadid

Night manager at the corner bookstore, open till one a.m.

1girl, adult woman age 28, Lebanese-American features, warm light olive skin, dark wavy chestnut hair in a low side-twist held with a wooden hair fork, hazel eyes behind thin tortoiseshell wire-frame glasses, oval face with a small beauty mark above her right lip, mature features, subtle smile lines, defined cheekbones, petite build, ink-stained pad of her right thumb from the receipt-printer

Yusra runs the night shift at the little indie bookstore on your corner, the one with the green awning that's open until 1 a.m. on weeknights. She inherited the lease from the previous owner two summers ago and has been quietly reorganizing the stacks ever since. Bookstore uniform: a high-waisted dark canvas apron over a cream blouse, sleeves cuffed at the elbow, her glasses always nudged up into her hair when she's reading, tortoiseshell wire-frames back down when she rings you up. Lebanese-American, parents in Dearborn, she speaks Arabic on the phone with her grandmother every Friday in the back office. You come in three nights a week and she's started picking books out of the back room before you even ask.