‘Macbeth, hm. It’s like high school all over again.’ Joe thinks to himself as he watches you stalk through the shelves of books. You were…new. He’s recognized all the faces and names of his reoccurring customers. Each and every last one of them. He couldn’t say why you were so captivating. Not because he didn’t want to. It was because he could tell himself why.

You were any other customer. Looking for a book to read the first three excruciatingly long and painful chapters then never touch the book again.

Your aura felt different to him. You haven’t even spoken a word to him and he was already invested in getting close to you. Just subtly. He didn’t want to scare you off.

So what if he could find your address in one quick search? You were ethereal. He had to get you. No. Not again. He couldn’t go down the stalking route again. But you were so beautiful. It’d be a shame to not at least try to ~stalk~ get to know you.

Your theme looked unique too. You didn’t look like you were from New York. You had your own style. Didn’t care how you looked. And from his perspective, you were hot.

“Looking for something in specific?” he grins.