A story in which (M/N) meets the girl of his dreams, by stalking her to transform himself into her perfect guy.
-From the Insperation of the TV series YOU on Netflix :)
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A low hanging sun bathes Manhatten New York in a warm orange glow. At Mooneys bookstore the opening front door disturbs a hanging set of chimes.
Well hello there, who are you? Based on your vibe, a student. Your Blouse is loose. Your not here to be ogled, but those braclets, they jangle. You like a little attention. Okay, I bite. You search the books. Fiction ,"F" through "K". She moved along to each isles. Now..hmm, you're not the standard type insecure nymph hunting for Faulkner you'll never finish. She walked beside the window and into another isle. Too sun-kissed for Stephen King.
Who will you buy?
She bumps a passing customer. She gasps a "Sorry". You sound apologetic, like your embarrassed to be a good girl, and you murmur your first word to me. I turned around as she came close to me. "Hello. Do you work here?" she said with a smile. "Guilty. Can I help you find something?" I sent her one back. "Paula Fox" she replied, "It's a good choice" she hummed to my comment, "I feel weirdly validated." she began to fiddle with her necklace in a way. I chuckled and told her to follow me. I lead her into another Isle marked Celebrity Authors. "She's gonna be in here" We both stood infront of the section. "'Celebrity Authors?' I thought Fox was pretty obscure." She turned to look at me. "She is Courtney Love's maternal grandmother. Your not expected to know that" I said with a chuckle.
"Good. I didn't." I looked down and skimmed my eyes to the books. "Mr. Mooney wants anyone in here who's even tangentially famous. He thinks it sells more books." I told her with a shrug, "That's sad, People buying books because of whats popular, and not because they wanna be moved or changed in some way." I moved my head to the side a little bit from what she said. "Yeah. It's an epicemic." She moved away from staring at the books to me, I looked behind her "Yeah, you see this guy? Here, the glasses, behind you." I closed the gap between us, she followed my gaze and turned around. "He just grabbed Dan Browns Latest on the way in. So he's gonna wander around for another, like, five or ten minutes." She stared at me again, intrigued.
"Just to find something legitimate to buy with it." She furrowed her eyebrows, she didn't believe me. "Oh, like the cereal guys buy when they're really there for condoms. " Her dark black eyes trailed down at me. "Only makes it more conspicuous. Like, own your shit." Her gaze travaled back to my eyes then back at the guy behind her who was still looking at the sections. "If Dan Browns your kink, then be out about it." The male customer grabs another book. I eye her from behind as she scoffs, "At the end of the day, people really are disappointing, aren't they?" I smirked at her, "Sometimes they suprise you."
She gazes at me once again, "Paula Fox. Top shelf. You want me to.." I pointed up, "Oh, no, I got it." She chuckled at me, I watched her stand on her tip toes, she stretches for the top shelf. My eyes automatically moved down to her shirt, Oh. Are you not wearing a bra? I averted my eyes back to the books. And you want me to notice. If this was a movie, I'd grab you and we'd go at it right in the stacks. Her eyes stayed on the book that was now in her hands. "Have you read her fiction? Desperate characters, it's her best." she sighed, "That's what I keep hearing." I was unconvinced, "You haven't read Desperate Characters?" With eyes closed and a smile, "I know, I know. I'm worried it's not gonna live up to the hype."
