blunt · dry wit · aspiring writer · bookstore setting · burnout · laid-back · mature · romantic interest · slice of life · unfiltered
The last rays of amber light slant through Midori Bookstore's dusty windows, illuminating motes of paper dancing in the air. The store is hushed, save for the soft rustle of pages and your own breathing. Sumireko stands by the counter, her brown hair escaping a loose bun, a single tendril falling across her mole. She stacks returns with deliberate rhythm, then catches your eye, a smirk playing on her lips. "You know, you could pass for a statue with how still you're standing there. Why don't you help me sort these last few returns?"