(I appreciate you guys taking the time to read my story! I have to work on length and detail so hopefully within time those two things will be better :) twitter: @TFFAlive.)
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I'll be leaving work in a little less than an hour.
My day was typical; filled with some rude customers who want what they want and quick, some customers who are in a rush and don't mean to be displease, and some customers who are pleasant. You'd be surprised at the amount of people that come into the coffee shop of bookstore. But maybe it's not so surprising considering it is connected to a bookstore. Lots of people who read also like to enjoy warm drinks.
Harry dropped me off this morning and he even walked me into work. He held my hand and kissed my cheek when we walked in, even greeted James with a friendly smile.
He took a cup of coffee, on the house, before leaving and shared a kiss with my lips. I could taste the warm hazelnut from his tongue.
"Did you read this yet?" James asks me as we're leaning against opposite sides of the the counter. I'm against the counter containing everything we need; facing the customers. He's leaning against the side with the registers.
"What is it?" I ask.
"That book by that guy Walter Browntil wrote, Love Scars-"
"Oh, the guy that wanted to sell his book here? For reviews?"
"Yeah, to get it going- it's actually really good. He's probably gonna end up getting it published."
"What's it about?" I could just read the back of it to get the idea but I don't mind having James tell me.
"This guy, Ross, and this girl he's in love with, Clara, and their relationship throughout the years. They were friends since they were kids. Long story short, Ross is in love with her but she's completely obvious to the fact and like, has no feelings towards him at all. And he holds it in and they both date other people and live their own lives and remain great friends. And that's all I know so far. I'm only on chapter seven."
"How many are there?" Referring to the chapters.
"Uh, forty? Forty one?"
"Long book."
"Yeah but it's so good. So intense, Bell. I think you'd like it."
"It seems interesting, definitely. I'll pick up a copy tomorrow."
"You won't need to do that because I already got you one." He laughs, goes into a bag, and tosses the book to me.
"Man, you're the best." I laugh and flip through the pages. I love the smell of a freshly new book. "How much do I owe you?"
"How about a few tacos?"
This boy loves food.
"You got it." I smile.
"You can get going if you want. I'll lock up." He offers.
"Again? I can't do that to you. Plus Harry's picking me up. He works at the gym a few blocks over."
"So why don't you go visit him? I'd love if my girlfriend came to visit me at work." He laughs and takes a huge sip of his Monster energy drink.
"I'm not his girlfriend," I blush "but maybe I will."
I wouldn't mind being Harry's girlfriend. I honestly don't care about the short time period we've known each other, I feel like I've known him forever. And for the most part, I trust him. He treats me well. We get along great. His kisses are to die for and is touch is a relaxation on its own.
