Bloody Rose
At first she thought he was about to shoot her in the face so she instinctively took a step back, instead she was met with a very familiar book cover.
It was a small pocket book, just about three hundred pages. She knew because she counted them while she wrote, it was a short book, straight to the point, her third novel and one of her bestsellers.
She suddenly felt a pang in her chest, seeing it reminded her of just how much she had left behind in Japan just because she wanted to spend a week with her brother, just because of how happy she was to finally hear from him again after five years.
“You…” she looked at the buff man in front of her, not sure what to say or think.
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