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'Dear future Lover,
Where are you?'
Glancing over the words you have just wrote on the page of a soon to be new book, you sigh in hopeless defeat. The pencil fell from your hand, landing onto the table with a small thud. Replacing the pencil, you pick up your drink and take a sip to keep yourself from getting anymore frustrated.
You glance around the cafe, seeing your father behind the counter taking the order of a happy couple. Your mother stood not too far away from him, making two caramel latte the customers had asked for.
Their cafe had a chill atmosphere which you loved. Calm music could be heard in the background along with some green vine plants here and there. Wooden tables and chairs were spread out everywhere and towards the back of the cafe, where you were seated, a couple of fluffy bean bag chairs. The bean bags chairs were personally your favorite.
You took a look down at your wristwatch, surprised to see how fast time went by.
'Lunch is over,' you thought to yourself while sliding your notebook and pencil into your bag. You slung you bag over one shoulder as you stood up grabbing your drink.
Before heading out the door you stopped by the now empty counter to conversate with your parents.
"So, any progress on the book?" your mom asked as she wiped her hands off with a napkin. You shook your head in response.
"Still nothing. Trust me, it's a lot easier to read books then to write them."
You dad placed a hand on your back. "Don't stress about it. The right words will come to you, just give it time." You nodded your head as he spoke.
"Well I got to head back to work now," you said while going in for a hug. Both of them hugged you back. "I'll come by tomorrow, same time."
"Love you, Booker!" you heard your parents say before you were out the door. 'Their nicknames never get old.' You turn back to both your mom and dad not saying anything instead giving them the 'i love you' sign with your hand.
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"Enjoy your book, have a nice day," you said to an older lady as she checked out her book. She thanked you as she left the store, carrying on with her day.
Your brain began to enter a stream of random pointless thoughts until your boss broke the train.
"Hello Y/n dear. How are you?" a short woman with almost fully grey hair asked. You gave her your full attention along with a sweet smile.
"Hi Ms. Chester. I'm doing well. How are you doing?" you said carrying along the conversation. Ms. Chester was an older lady, probably in her late 70's or perhaps her early 80's. She walked along with a cane and couldn't move very fast, but she is the sweetest person ever. She's the owner of the book store and also your boss.
"I'm still alive so I'd say I'm doing swell!" she chuckled out, but you felt as if you could sense a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Ms. Chester, is it okay if I lock up the store tonight?"
"Again? Sugar, it's a Friday night. Why would you want to waste your night surrounded by books? Shouldn't someone like you be out with their friends?"
You paused and gave her a small chuckle. "You know how much I love books," you smiled out. "Please?" you begged.
"Alright, knock yourself out," she said.
Even though Ms. Chester isn't blood related in any way, there was always a special bond between you and her. Apparently, she used to teach both your parents when they were in high school. Growing up, the bookstore was like your second home. You would spend most of your time there reading. When you turned 15, you had begged her to let you work there, despite how young you were at the time, she agreed to let you work since it was just her running the store by herself.
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'12:20 am' your clock read. The store had closed hours ago, but you were busy in a whole other world. Reading. In the last three hours or so, you had read a total of 583 books.
You decided that it would be best if you head home now. After grabbing your bag and keys, you opened the door walking out of it, then turning around to shut and lock it. You struggled with getting the key out at first but after a few tries it came out.
Your body just wanted to go completely autopilot walking you home. Your eyes weren't paying attention, occasionally shutting close just to flutter back open again. It's not like there was anybody around. The streets were silent and the sidewalks were empty. The only sound heard was your own footsteps along the pavement.
'THUD'
Your eyes shot open from the sudden interaction, but only to be met with nothing but blur.
