Kind Looks and Quiet Hearts

She's a quiet bookstore clerk who finds comfort in well-worn paperbacks and the late afternoon rain. He's the guy who loves poetry who stops by to read gentle romance for his ideal ideas for his writing. Their connection isn't loud or hurried. It grows slowly--over shared silences, exchange glances, and warm mugs of tea left on the counter. There's no grand declaration, just a steady unfolding---a soft kind of love, like pages turning in a favorite story they both keep reading.

[p.s. DO NOT COPY my stories, all copies are originated from myself!]