Shawn Mendes Imagines

Bookstore (Smut)

"Do you know where I could find a copy of Milk and Honey?"

Y/N presses a book into the large wooden shelf, turning around to be met with a college student in a baggy sweatshirt and boyfriend jeans.

Nodding, she walks the same path she's walked many times to the poetry section of the bookstore, pulling out a black spined cover and handing it to the girl.

She smiles, going back to organize her cart of new books. She awaited her break, wanted to leave her shift so that she could order a coffee from the small cafe attached to the bookstore, and grab a new poetry selection off of the shelf to divulge in.
Eyes pressed to the clock, Y/N can't wait for the long arm of the clock to turn a full circle so that she can take her break.

Her classes had just started up again, papers and textbooks stressing her to the point that she was growing weary of her job.

She loved her job, she really did, Y/N was close with the store owner, so she'd occasionally get free books, along with complementary pastries from the small cafe. She loved books more than she loved most things, and her occupation was like a combination of everything she loved. But she'd be lying if she said everything didn't get a little too much, especially when the only way she could blow off steam was by alphabetically order books all day.

When Y/N walks into the arts section, she notices two sketchbooks mistakenly placed in the published section, instead of in the part of the shelf with all of the blank books. She quickly pulls them out, intending to place them in the correct spot, but just as she does she's met with a pair of hazel eyes in the gap where the books were.

Gasping, Y/N lets out a loud shriek into the quiet aisles of the bookstore - undoubtedly alarming some customers - and stumbles into the heavy shelf behind her. Hand on her chest, she takes a deep breath and puts herself together, no longer tired.

"Shit - I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

She hears a light voice stutter. Gobsmacked, eyes tightly closed, she peeks one of them open to see a tall boy with curly hair hovering a good several feet above her.

Shit, he's kinda cute.

"Uh..." Y/N makes out, cracking her other eye open as well to widen both eyes, looking like a proper deer caught in headlights as she stays frozen like an idiot.

"Yeah, you just scared me."She sputters out. Her sweater slips off her shoulder a little bit, jeans pressing against the ground as she tries to pull herself up. She sees him stretch out his hand, leaving it out for her to pull herself up. She notices the two little birds inked onto his hand, fingers grabbing out to touch over them as she grips onto his hand, pulling herself up with his help.
"I'm sorry about that." She apologizes. She feels embarrassed for just jumping back like that and screaming, especially at a customer. Her boss would probably laugh and scold her if she were watching.
"No, I should be the one apologizing." His hand is still barely gripping onto hers and her cheeks burn at the contact, "I didn't mean to scare you, just couldn't find the music book I wanted and was looking through all the shelves."

Y/N nods, chewing at the skin on the side of her cheek before she comes to the sudden realization that she works there.

"Oh! Well the music books are over there" She points to the wall a little bit away from them, "I don't really do much music reading because the notes are quite boring, but I can appreciate people who do." She rambles, and she feels slightly annoying for doing so. Her friends had always told her she droned on sometimes, but when she looks up at him he just has a smile plastered on his face, body turned towards her.
"So what do you enjoy reading, then?" He asks her, and she thinks to herself, sorting through her memory of all of the books she'd read while hanging out in the store on her breaks (and also during her work hours sometimes, but she wouldn't admit that).