For Her
‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to.
When I was about to take it, a hand took in a fraction of seconds from behind me, where the book was on top. I turned to see him almost touching my body. His hands are still above me, having the book in his hands. He never forgets to give a death glare at me though I never crossed into his places.
“I chose that book first.” I said, with a daring look.
“I took that book first.” He smiled with a smirk.
“You never come to libraries.” I said.
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