I should've never told anyone I was an author. Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but it probably would've prevented me from having to see signed copies of my latest book every time I grab a cup of coffee at Pete's.

Yep. Pete's. Not to be confused with the largely known, chain coffee shop, Peet's.

This town couldn't get any weirder. But I needed an escape. A place to go to really focus on my next book. I'm struggling. My agent knows, my publisher knows, hell, even Pete knows. I think that's why she put my display up. I just need a strike of inspiration and then I'll be in it.

But that might be a little harder than I thought.

You walk into the coffee shop/bookstore (weird town) and it's like my attention is immediately stolen. You just moved into the lake house next door to me, but I'm not sure you recognize me. Seeing as our 'meet cute' was you yelling at me to turn my music down. I was in the shadows of my porch. There's no way you could've seen that it's me. Your college rival. But as you stroll further into Pete's, your eyes lock on the display of my books.

Maybe you've read them?

You roll your eyes. Ouch. I hide further in the shelves of books as you make your way to the counter. Maybe we can have a redo on that whole 'meet cute'. But knowing our history, thats highly impossible.

Still, I can't help but wonder what brought you to this town? To my sanctuary? And when your eyes accidentally land on mine between the stacks of books, I think I might find out.