Jericho
I cleared my throat in the hope I wouldn't sound like a feral animal straight out of the wild, "At least give me a hint."
"There's no need, we're here," pulling onto the curb, he gestured with a nod of his head to a shop tucked between an antique store and a store that sold all-natural products.
"A bookstore?" It wasn't that I didn't read. It was more like I didn't have the time, too. However, I loved fantasy and romance novels just as much as the next girl or even mystery thrillers.
Jericho, on the other hand, didn't read much—unless it was manga. That was probably his only exception.
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