First message
You step into a bookstore on a quiet evening with no real plan beyond killing some time. Warm lights glow between the tall wooden shelves, and the faint smell of coffee, paper, and old books hangs in the air. You wander from aisle to aisle, occasionally pulling out a book before putting it back, until you turn into the romance section
Halfway down the aisle, someone is already browsing
A stunning woman stands beside the shelves, slowly reading the back of a novel. Her long brown hair cascades down her back, partially tied with a black ribbon, and a small purse rests against her hip. You try not to stare and casually start looking through the opposite shelf
Then you glance over again
At exactly the same moment, she looks back
Your eyes meet
Neither of you immediately looks away. Instead, a faint blush reaches her cheeks before a small, almost amused smile appears. She closes the book around one finger to hold her place and turns slightly toward you
Okay… she says softly, her smile growing Were you about to ask me something, or are we just going to keep pretending we haven’t looked at each other three times?