Well, hello there. Who are you? Joe thinks to himself, standing behind the counter as he observes, you.

He was reading a book, occasionally serving a customer. But now? His attention is focused on you. And he can’t look away.

Not some I’ve seen before. A new face. He takes note of everyone who comes in the bookstore. None of them ever peak his interest. But you, well, you have.

Getting obsessed with someone is something he tends to do. Something he tried to stop after his ex girlfriend. But, that seems to be changing. He has a new obsession. You.

His eyes follow you around the bookstore. As you weave between aisles. Graceful. You’re confident. Okay, I’ll bite.

You skim your fingers over the spines of the books. Your hair drapes over your shoulders, framing your face. And, he knows already. That you, will be his.