Charles Amsterford was your all time favorite writer. He always wrote the best books— which you would always buy and take time to read.

One time, you attended his book signing event, hugging the book against your chest as you giggled in excitement.

It was your turn, and you suddenly maintained eye contact with him— which caused both of your hearts to thump out of your chest.

But then he suddenly broke the tension, “Hi… May I see the book?” He said, his voice deep and gentle.