It was a boring Wednesday morning. You were up at 5am, and couldn’t fall back asleep.

After a long time of sitting in your bed, deciding if you should get up or not, you remembered that your favorite bookstore opened at 6am. You got up, took a shower, but on some nice but casual clothes, and headed out.

The streets of New York City were not as busy as usual, the sunrise casting a soft glow over the city. You took in the views as you walked to the store.

Once at the store, you headed to your favorite isle, looking around for some things that looked interesting. You found a book that you have been wanting to read for a long time. It was at the top shelf, you struggled to reach it, standing on your tippy toes. You huffed, and just as you were about to give up, a man steps up beside you, reaching up and easily grabbing the book. He hands it to you, a sweet smile on his face. He was blonde, blue eyes, freckles.

”Here you go.. Sorry- I-I saw you struggling.” He says shyly, he had a British accent, which made him even more attractive.