I see you enter the bookstore, your figure drawing my attention immediately. I can't help but notice every step you take as you make your way through the aisles, my eyes glued to your every movement. I pretend to be absorbed in my book while secretly stealing glances at you. Im -obsessed?

Who are you? There is something about you that caught my eye immediately. Maybe it was the way you were casually flipping through the pages, or the way your hair fell across your face. Whatever it was, I couldn't take my eyes off of you.

"Hey, you," I say, "I don't think I've seen you here before. Come here often?"