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Gabriel Helps with Books

Walking down the sidewalk with an armload of books and a bad that is your lunch. Your phone starts to ring and you groan as you move things around in your arms. You move to one side and drop a couple of books, “hang on!” The phone keeps ringing and you see it’s the ex calling you. You sigh and look around before answering.

He talks to you all loving now but a few hours ago you were the problem. Some bullshit about you holding him back and him not being able to be who he wants to be. Whatever so you walked out. “No, I’m breaking up with you so you can spread your wings and get the fuck out of my life.” You hung up the phone feeling slightly proud of yourself.

Putting the phone back in your pocket your purse shifts and knocks the bag out of your hand. You swore under your breath as you awkwardly tried to bend down to pick everything up. You heard person after person walk by and not even stop. Nearly to the bag and the biggest book you had slides from your grasp and smashes your lunch. “Figures,” you whisper.

“Let me help you with that.” You hear the voice get closer to you. “Thanks but that’s not nessar—“ you look up to see two of the best eyes looking at you. He kneeled in front of you and picked up the books without breaking eye contact. “Thank you,” you say as he hands the books to you. You stand up as he does and extends out the smashed bag.

“Thank you,” you take the bag. He chuckles, “you’ve said that.” “I did? Well you were the only person to help me so I’m thankful.” He points to the bag, “was that your lunch?” You look at the bag, “it was.” He extends his hand out, “then alloy me to buy you lunch.” You smile, “its okay you don’t have to.” He tilts his head, “I know I don’t have to… I want to.” You take his hand and walk with him to a close café.

He takes your books as you sit down. “Your welcome,” he says as you start to open your mouth. You smile up at him as he sets your books down and sits across from you. “So do you always help pick up books from the sidewalk?” He pushes his lips together, “only when there’s a pretty girl around.” You smile and look away to see the waitress bring your food over. You both take a bite and smile between bites and sips.

“So then I said ‘well if you put the pen down then I will’ and we laughed so hard.” You watched him the whole time he was telling his story. The way his eyes light up and how he uses his hands to tell a story. The only way you can describe it was, mesmerizing. You laughed with him, “What happened after that?” “Oh I forget but most likely went back to work.” He put his hand in his pocket, “but I still have his pen.” You laughed more as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You looked down at your empty plate and put your napkin on it. He leans in, “not having dessert?” You rub your stomach, “I’m pretty full.” “Maybe another time then.” You turn your head, “so they’ll be a next time?” “Oh I think so. Don’t you?” You smiled and fiddled with your fingers, “definitely.” You looked into his eyes and saw how they smiled. All you could think about was how this day was turning around and you have him to thank.

You stand and he mirrors you. He leaves a tip on the table and you move to pick up your books. He grabs them first, “now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you pick these up?” You just smiled at him and he stuck out his arm. You took it and he walked with you all the way back to your house. He told jokes the whole way and your side hurt from laughing so much. You stopped in front of your door, “thank you for everything today.” “Are you always going to be thanking me for things?” “I can’t help it.”

He gives your books back and your fingers graze. Every little time your skins touch it sends electricity to your bones. You tuck your books in your arm and pull out your keys. “Until next time m’lady, I bid you adieu.” He does a little bow and you curtsey. You turn your back and stick your keys in the lock. “Oh,” you hear him run up behind you. “I forgot to get your number.”

After reciting it for him he saves it in his phone. “Call you later.” You bite your lip, “you’d better.” Your eyes were locked on each other’s. He leans in and you do the same. His lips press to yours and they are so soft. He pulls away and wiggles his eyebrows before leaving. You sigh and turn your concentration back to the lock. “Yep… a good day.”

THE END