To the Moon and Back, Remember?

Who are You?

    I was running late once again to work, holding tons of boxes in my arms as I rushed to the library, leaning against the glass door and apologizing to the people trying to get out.

    "Sorry! Pardon me! My bad!" I called, letting out a sigh of relief as I set down the boxes filled with books and decorations inside on top of the counter. The smell of hot coffee and "Fresh Linen" Febreeze filled up the small library/cafe.

    A short brunette with big green eyes popped her head from behind the boxes, her face uninterested, "Trinity, you're late. Again."

    "I know, I know," I said, taking a box from the top of the pile to the side, starting to open it, "I have an excuse, I was--"

    "You were bringing back more books and shitty decorations from your apartment," She finished, taking a look at the books that laid inside of the box. I frowned a bit, offended.

    "The decorations aren't shitty, I have you know that the costumers absolutely love my decorations," I said to her. She raised a brow at me as she glanced behind me, costumers waiting impatiently behind me. I spun around, apologizing again and taking the heavy boxes off the counter onto the floor by it, starting to unload them.

    "When are you ever going to run out of books," Patty asked me as I took a look at an old clock that was once in my room, with small pastel coloured glass bows glued onto it.

    "Once the Pacific Ocean drains out," I replied calmly, standing back up and giving Patty a box full of books, "Put these up for me, will ya?" I asked, smiling at her. She gave me a look, obviously meaning she doesn't want to but she knew if she didn't, she'd get fired. Not that I was the owner of the small bookstore on the corner, Ms. Milly was. Even though she was the owner, I knew more about the bookstore.

    About 1/2 of the books in the store were mine. I checked all the books daily, making sure they were still in alphabetical order from the children that come in and out of here. I was usually here 24/7, since this was the only place I knew around the busy town of Manhattan.

    People usually knew me as the teachers pet, for knowing more about this place then the other workers. I wasn't really, Ms. Milly isn't the kindest person in the world, and she doesn't like how much I know about the bookstore. But she knew if I was fired, her business would plummet. I happily walked over to a white pillar that was in the middle front of the store, cute decorations covered it.

    I got on my tiptoes, hanging up the small clock above a small black cat painting.

    "These really are some shitty decorations," A low male voice calmly commented behind me. I jumped quickly, turning to him and crossing my arms.

    "I respect you're comment, you can leave now," I said to him, turning back around and admiring my pillar of decorations.

    "None of this makes any sense, why would you place any of this on the same pillar," he started again, putting his cup of coffee up to his mouth. I ignored him, placing my hands on my hips.

    "This coffee tastes stale and gross, and costumer service isn't really helping knowing you're purposely ignoring me."

    I turned to him, taking in his sarcastic comments, "I'm only purposely ignoring you because you're purposely trying to anger me," I snapped, pushing past him and grabbing the box full of books, disappearing into the rows of books in the back of the library. What an asshole, I thought, looking at the books in my hands, starting to place them in their correct spots, ignoring the man walking over again.

    "You are not allowed to bring drinks on this side of the store," I muttered, not bothering to look at him. He ignored my comment, reaching over and grabbing the book I placed down, reading the back.

    "This book is terrible, have you never read a book before?" He asked. He's purposely trying to piss me off, just walk away.

    I picked up the box away from him, turning and going to my next location, setting it down and placing them in alphabetical order on the rack.

    "You're not so kind for a teachers pet," He commented. That's it. I slammed my books down onto the shelf, looking at him.

    "What do you want from me?" I hissed. My reaction made him step back and a grin spread across his face.

    "To go on a date with you," he replied. I pursed my lips together, getting angry.

    "So you decide to be a COMPLETE asshole to me?" I whispered loudly, throwing my books into the box, "No way that is going to happen."

    I dodged past him and went back to the front of the store, going over to Patty who looked involved in what I was doing.

    "Who is that?" She asked, biting the end of her pen.

    "Hell if I know," I said, not wanting to look back at him. I put the box down, sighing and resting my head on my hand.

    "He's really good looking," Patty swooned, watching him leave the bookstore. I rolled my eyes, quickly glancing over my shoulder to make sure he was gone.

    "Well he's an asshole, so don't try to get involved with him," I muttered. Even though he was very handsome, with his soft brown hair and bright hazel eyes that could read you like a book, he was rude. He didn't have manners, at all for that matter.

    "He seemed to take a shine for you," she cooed, wiggling her brows. I elbowed her slightly, rolling my eyes once again.

    "We'll see."