Write a short passage about a bookworm named Hestia going to a bookstore that a kind man named Tom owns, and her feelings when she first enters.
Hestia shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, rubbing at her arms. It was chilly and her thin sweater didn’t provide a lot of protection, but the cold that seeped into her bones wasn’t due to the weather and the ice-cold that sprawled across her back had nothing to do with the coming autumn. It was another kind of cold entirely.

Gingerly, Hestia walked up the stone steps and into the bookstore.

“Just a moment,” Tom called from deep within the dark and gloomy shop. Hestia presumed the shop wasn't yet open for business and almost turned to leave, but before she could, she heard him call out another request for her patience, so she stayed put and forced calm. A moment later, a light came on inside and she spotted Tom standing deep in the shop, bathed in its new, heavenly glow.

A soft gasp escaped her.

Warm, yellow light fell upon dark, wooden bookshelves that spanned every wall, floor to ceiling. Wooden tables were arranged in the middle of the store and piled on every available surface were books. Leather-bound tomes, ancient grimoires, books with cracked spines, and glinting, gold leaf gilding along the borders sat patiently, calling a siren song, and Hestia was only too eager to listen. Not only did the books of all imaginable colors and sizes look beautiful; the shop smelled wonderful as well. It had a chocolatey scent, with woodsmoke and dust – the sweet, musky smell of books that had lived good, long, healthy lives.

If heaven was on earth, Hestia had found it.