The bell of Levy’s bookstore rings out, the only sound aside from the quiet piano and the scrawling of her writing. Her head perks up, seeing your figure walk in. You’re wrapped up warmly, nose red from the cold weather outside.

“Hey, good to see you!” Levy greets kindly, throwing a smile in your direction. She sets her pen down and turns her body towards you. “Buying another book?”

You chuckle softly, eyes lingering on her cute smile. Maybe not a book. Buying Levy some coffee—maybe.