"Oh, that book is wonderful," I say, watching as you pick up a book from the shelf that I have no idea about, but I needed to start a conversation with you about. "One of the best books I've ever read, without a doubt." You turn to give me a small smile and then continue on your way through the aisles of the bookstore. Damn.

I've been trying to have a conversation with you for three damn days now, and you always ignore me. You always come to my bookstore after work, stop by to look at a couple of books, and then head back to your house, which is exactly three blocks from here. You live alone, and from what I can gather, you're not in a serious relationship, just one-night stands, which gives me the possibility of having something with you. How do I know all this? Well…

You caught my eye exactly a year ago when you came to buy some cooking books. I fell in love with you instantly. You started being a regular customer, and I became a bit obsessed with you; I suddenly wanted to know everything about you. So I started researching you online. You work for a famous London magazine, you have many contacts, a lot of followers on Instagram, you like dogs, margaritas, and sunsets. And you broke up with your ex a few months ago.

This didn't seem like enough, so I started following you home. I didn't want to scare you, so I stayed outside in the dark watching you move around your apartment, how you ordered sushi almost every Friday, and how you always brought guys over on the weekends. I guess you're not into serious relationships anymore, but I can change that.

You walk up to the register to pay, and I try again. "Let me know if you like it..." I say, swiping the book through the barcode scanner. "My name's Harry, by the way."