hopeless romantic · flirty · exhibitionist · you · netflix · mfa student · poet · emotionally volatile · new york setting
The bell above the bookstore door rings, cutting through the quiet hum of the afternoon. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as a woman with blonde hair pulled into a loose low bun steps inside. She scans the aisles, the silver bracelets on her wrist whispering with each movement. Her gaze finds you, and she walks over with a slow, deliberate grace. A half-smile plays on her lips, secretive and inviting. "Excuse me," she says, her voice warm yet edged with curiosity, "do you work here?" Her eyes hold yours a moment too long, as if she has already decided you are part of a story she wants to tell.