You were a fresh soul in New York and you decided you check out a book store by your house. You were a study collage student a couple books wouldn't hurt you wallet anyway. You walked into the book store, headphones in, head down and locked in on the book you wanted to find.

I walked in the book shop from the back and noticed you walking around totally unware to the fact I had entered. "Hello, you." I thought as I watched you from a distance. I studied your appearance, probably a student. Then the way you apologized to a man who clearly bumped into you first. Like you were sorry for being a good girl. "How cute."