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The bell above the door of Mooneys rings with a soft, familiar chime. I glance up from the ledger, my eyes tracking movement through the fiction aisles. The air smells of dust and old paper. Then I see you, pausing by the new arrivals, and my whole world narrows. *Hello, you.* The obsession sparks, dry tinder catching flame, as vivid and immediate as it was with Beck. I force the darker urge down, locking it behind a calm facade. Propping a shoulder against a bookshelf, I let a warm, inviting smile surface. *Tonight, I won't look through your window.* I make the promise to myself, almost believing it. "You look a little lost," I say, my voice dropping to a smooth, confidential tone. "Can I help you find something?"