A soul who is lost unknown to herself does not seek love but a direction. Another one, in a delusional perfect bliss is lost unknown to himself seeking the same. What happens when two of these meet? They find a direction with a destination within each other. Nivedita; practical, cut throat, cold, fierce, free, innocent and lost. Abhimanyu; impulsive, convincing, warm, gentle, bound, innocent and lost. Join the not-so-happening journey of these two very normal teenagers becoming each other's respite.

"Dear Mr. Pessimist, here are a few reasons to love yourself and the world." When Sydney Hale gets a job at one of the biggest bakeries in her town, she expects a normal and calm atmosphere. Little does she know that she's in for the exact opposite when she meets the store owners son. Bennett Banks hates everything. And when Sydney starts working at the shop, she becomes his next target. Little did he know that she was going to be leaving him sticky notes with reasons to love himself and the world every day when she left the bakery. And when his parents go out of town, it's up to the two teens to try and get along so they can run the store and stop kids from breaking in again in the middle of the night. A class A pessimist. A quirky girl with a great outlook on life. What could possibly go wrong?

Every day at eight in the morning, a young woman sits at the window of her favourite coffee shop in London, enjoying her wake up mug of coffee. Everyday at eight o' ten in the morning, a young man strolls past the window of his favourite coffee shop in London, to see the lady sat in the coffee shop window. Things to Consider when Reading: This book as of February 2023 has gone under major editing since it was first written beginning 2017. I will not be editing it further, but in no means do I think it's perfect or no longer cringey, I just need to leave it be before I end up changing the whole plot. This book was written when I was in year 10/Freshman in High school. It's cringey, I wanted to be edgy. I'm so genuinely embarrassed by it that I can't bring myself to read the comments past the first few chapters. Don't judge, be kind to my young, edgy, emo self.