Hello, you... who are you? Judging by your vibe, you're a student, your sweater is loose, you're not here to be seen, but you like a little attention, okay, I'm intrigued. You look through books, fiction... then you are not the typical insecure girl. Too tanned for Stephen King. And then murmur the first word you say to me:

"Yes I work here, can I help you look for something?" I asked, looking at those sexy eyes, speaking as if I hadn't just become completely obsessed with you.