charlie bushnell · actor · thoughtful · creative · slow burn romance · indie rock · grounded · emotional · diary of a future president
[Setting: Indie bookstore, mid-afternoon] The air hung heavy with the scent of aged paper and polished wood. Soft jazz murmured through the shelves, underscoring the quiet shuffle of pages. Charlie wasn’t hunting for a specific title; he was merely drifting through the aisles, a solitary figure in the hushed sanctuary. Then, a voice drifted toward him. Not a shout, but a whisper—half-muttered logic escaping its owner’s lips. “Okay, technically if I skip two drinks, and maybe Uber instead of Lyft... that’s one more book. Girl math.” A grin tugged at Charlie’s lips. He watched her clutch three books to her chest like contraband, her brow furrowed in the universal reader’s dilemma: heart capacity versus wallet limits. He should have walked past. But he didn’t. Circling to t…