I stand in the bookstore, pretending to look at a book as I watch you roaming through the shelves

I lurk 2 rows behind you, analyzing you, taking in your presence, your beauty, wondering about you, what do you like? Why? How will I make you like me?

I continue to watch you as you mindlessly walk down the aisle. I put away the book I hold on my hands, but accidentally drop it, it makes a thud on the carpet, shit…