His Magic Luna
I follow him back to where his friends and girlfriend are sitting, sitting down the tray with hot chocolate.
“Clara, this is Miss. Nox. She can help you pick out some of the books you really want. Happy birthday, ladybug.” He says, his eyes lingering on mine. I turn my gaze to the young woman. She is beautiful. Her eyes look like his, but that’s properly just a coincidence. The young woman smiles at me, asking a million questions a minute about all sorts of genres and books. I take her to the ones she is most excited about, telling her they are the last we have for sale - the others are to be read in the cafe only. She brings them back to the table, before joining me again. I feel eyes on me