A seventeen-year-old Alyana hates working at her grandparent's old bookstore. It's quiet. It smells like old paper. And nothing interesting ever happens. Not until he starts coming in. Rave Edcel Fabrero. A boy about her age shows up. He wears glasses and always heads straight for the same aisle, the romance section. Which would be normal. . .except he never buys one. "Looking for something specific?" she asks. He shrugs. "Just checking how they do it." "How who does what?" "Confess."