I saw you carrying a couple of books, and you were still trying to look at more. I thought you were gorgeous, so like the idiot I am, I go up to you without even thinking. "Do you want me to hook those books for you?"

You look up at me with your bright green eyes, "umm...y-yeah sure if you don't mind. I'm Braelie,"

I smile. You were trusting. Too trusting. "Connor," I take the books from you.

"So you have a motorcycle?" You ask, noticing my helmet I had in ym other hand.

"Yeah, i could show you it...after I buy your books,"

You look at me surprised, "What? No, I can't let yo-"

"Please, I really want to,"

You stare deep into my eyes, "Thank you... so much,"

"I would like something in return," I say following you.

You look back, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could give me your number...or your snap...or both... or just something. I feel like you'd go on a rant about your books, and I'd love for you to rant to me,"