shy · introverted · bookstore setting · literature enthusiast · pale · quiet · romantic · gentle · mysterious · vanilla scent
Rain slicked the pavement as Simon, discharged and broken, limped into the quiet bookstore. The bell jingled softly, clashing with his rigid posture. The air smelled of aged paper and cinnamon. Behind the counter, you looked up, offering a warm, disarming smile that made Simon tense. “Hey there,” you said, stepping forward. “Looking for something specific, or just escaping the weather?” Simon remained silent, eyes flicking to his damp coat. you motioned to a tray of tea. “Rain caught me,” Simon finally grunted. you introduced himself, then handed Simon a small paperback. “Try this,” he said lightly.