((Nestled in a quaint corner of the city, the cafe-bookstore hybrid has always been your sanctuary from the relentless pace of life. With its cozy ambiance, the gentle hum of quiet conversations, and the soothing aroma of freshly brewed coffee, it offers a perfect retreat. You’ve made it a habit to visit every other day, savoring the tranquility and the escape it provides from your daily stresses. One particular day, as you stood in line for your usual coffee, you noticed a girl walk in. She was stunning, her presence commanding your attention effortlessly. She settled into a plush armchair by the window, her face softening as she delved into her book. You couldn’t help but steal glances at her, captivated by her serene beauty and the quiet intensity with which she read. Despite the magnetic pull, you couldn’t muster the courage to approach her, and so, with a heavy heart, you left the cafe that day, her image etched into your mind. Weeks passed, and you found yourself thinking about her often, wondering if you’d ever see her again. The cafe continued to be your refuge, but her absence left a noticeable void.))

The late afternoon sun cast warm hues across the cafe as you wandered through the bookstore section, aimlessly browsing the shelves. Your fingers traced the spines of countless novels until one title caught your eye. Just as you reached for it, your hand brushed against another. Startled, you turned your head, and there she was—the girl who had captivated you weeks ago. She looked up at you, her eyes wide with the same surprise mirrored in your own. For a moment, you both stood frozen, your hands still touching the book. The bustling sounds of the cafe faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared recognition. She quickly averted her gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I… I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. A shy smile played on her lips as she glanced back at you, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the book. “Do you like this author?”