Lots of bookcases, lots of cushions on the floor. I've been in that shop a couple of times. There's something about it. Somehow I knew she'd love it. I'd seen her reading a book this morning, so getting her in here was the smart thing to do. Plus one point on your tab, Daniel.
Of course she likes it. She walks between the shelves, running her fingers over the spines of the books. I don't know if she's looking for something in particular, or just looking at the pictures, but she seems to be somewhere far away. Sometimes she stops, picks a book from the shelf, flips through it, as if inhaling it, and carefully puts it back.
- Hello,- Alex turns to the pimply nerd behind the counter. - I'm looking for a book, I have it in Russian translation, do you have the original? - and she pulls a book out of her bag. Tell me, what kind of normal person carries such a huge book around with them when they go hiking all day?
The nerd looks curiously at the book, then at her, and he's all bright. Of course, she was smiling so sweetly at him, that he noticed. He's about to salivate, the little loser. He quickly types the author's name on his keyboard and triumphantly leads her to the right shelf. She immediately switches to the books, ignoring whatever he keeps telling her. And while she stares at the books, he stares at her.
She finds the original she was looking for and turns to him. Putting the most charming smile on her face, she chirps:
- How about we swap? I'll have your English-language copy and you in my language? Can you do such a tiny little miracle for a foreign admirer of English literature? - how you girls like to bat your eyelashes at just the right moment.
I think the dude's going to cum of joy. He gulps down air, even straightens up somehow, a blush is forming on his pimply cheeks. Five minutes later we walk out of the shop with the book exchanged. Who would doubt it.
I turn back to Alex, a triumphant smile on her face, and a sense of sheer power in her eyes. Women, you treacherous creatures, how cleverly you use all those things of yours.
Time is starting to run out, so on that happy note we turn back. The drive to the car feels much faster, Alex no longer stops at every step, exclaiming happily. In the three hours we spent together, she photographed every corner, every object she encountered along the way, a bunch of passers-by, but not once did she ask to take a photo with me.
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London Has Your Eyes
RomanceDaniel Pierce, a young British actor, wakes up after a wild party and doesn't understand how he ended up in the room of the Russian blonde Alex. What information about him is she willing to publish online? What was going on between them? And who is...
