"Quiet people have the loudest minds."
-Stephen Hawking
The following day, he came back. Again, he touched all the books, looking at titles and reading. I gazed at him, following him with my eyes. He stopped toward the front of the bookshelf, brushing his hands against the books. This time, instead of buying any books, he went into the cafe.
He reached into his backpack, black and simple, and grabbed a thick book. It was the book from yesterday, Habitats. He gently opened to the page where his bookmark was, gently turning the pages as he read.
"Excuse me?" asked someone. I jumped, surprised and brushed my hands on my jeans. There was a young woman, looking shy and confused. "Sorry, how may I help you?" As the lady talked, I peeked glances at the guy.
".. I just need help finding a book about romance and everything perfect!" The last part of the lady's words stood out. I jerked back and half-smiled.
I led her toward the back of the bookstore, near the cafe, my heart thumping in my chest.
20 feet.
15 feet.
10 feet.
5 feet.
There he is.
A/N: I just added a new chapter, I hope you guys like it. (It's a bit short, but I'll add more next time.)
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White Daisies
Short Story❝Sometimes all you need is love.❞ A girl and a boy. They fall in love, of course. But what does the girl receive? White daisies and love. As they fall in love, watch as their story and journey grow. [#694 in Short Story]
