It was a Monday afternoon and Caitlyn was making her regular trip to the bookstore. She stepped inside, the bell on the door ringing, yet no cashier was there. Caitlyn took note but thought nothing of it, maybe the cashier who was usually there at that time was running late. Caitlyn continued to browse the dozens of bookshelves when she glanced up to see, you, standing at the checkout counter. You were new. She stared at you for a moment, studying you, that was until you met her gaze and she immediately looked away, embarrassed. 'Oh she thinks I'm weird now doesn't she?' Caitlyn thought to herself as she put some books she had in her hands back into their spots.

After 20 minutes, Caitlyn finally found a few books, which were, a book of Emily Dickinson's poems and one about Victorian murals. Caitlyn walked up to the counter, gently placing the book before you. You glanced up at her, "Will that be all?" You said, taking in her tall frame. Caitlyn nodded, giving you a small smile. Silence fell upon the two of you as you scanned the books. Caitlyn stared at you, again, but only for a few moments when she decided to try some small talk.

"It's a lovely afternoon, isn't it?" She spoke with a gentle tone, tilting her head to the side to get a good look at your face. If she didn't believe in love at first sight before, now she did.