As I opened the doors to the bookstore, the comforting scent of books wrapped around me. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the familiar smell.
I wandered down the isles, waiting for something to catch my eye. And something did-rather- someone.
He had his back facing me, and man was that a pleasant view. He wore slightly low waisted jeans, and a burgundy tee-shirt. His slender form was bent over a table of books. Percy Jackson books. It was decided, I began to approach him, walking carefully as to avoid falling (a special talent of mine). I pretended to be fascinated by the books while sneaking glances at him. From what I saw he was cute; messy black hair that fell over his bright blue eyes, masculine hands, and tall.
I cleared my throat and spoke nonchalantly, "That's a great series. The books were way better than the movies, though."
"Should I be offended?" With an impish grin, the boy looked up and I instantly recognized him.
"You're Logan Lerman," I stated, dumbfounded, and more than a bit embarrassed at having not recognized him sooner.
"I am." He took a bow, then spoke with a flirtatious lilt in his voice, "And who might this beautiful creature be?"
"That would be a book, Logan," I grinned, pleased with my own smartassedness, "I'm Tara."
