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26-Bookstores, Dreams, Lost Memories.

UNKNOWN.

I kept catching glimpses of the man staring at me from across the bookstore, appearing to be in his mid-20s. I looked away, expressing gratitude to the bookstore attendant as she handed me the book I needed – "Pride and Prejudice," a novel my mum enjoyed reading repeatedly. Well, I can't deny, it's not that bad.

Lifting my head, I observed the once-staring guy now a few feet away from me.

Deciding to break the ice, I said, "Hi."

He grinned, his smile bright and handsome, "Hey."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're following me, maybe even stalking. Do I need to bring out my pepper spray?" I eyed him warily.

Damn it, Ro. No one says that EVER to a potential stalker or kidnapper.

"You come here quite often. I've noticed you for a while now, but I finally gathered the courage to come speak with you today," he explained.

He went on, "I'm Finn, by the way."

I responded with a smile, "Rose. You can call me Ro."

"Nice to meet you, Ro. So, what brings you to the bookstore tod
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