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Instead of driving anywhere expensive, we walk into a tiny independent bookstore tucked between a bakery and an old tailor's shop. The owner smiles the moment we enter. "Take your time." Sandra's eyes immediately light up. "I forgot how much I love bookstores." "I can tell." "You know what we should do?" "I'm already worried." "We each find the worst romance novel cover." "That's the competition?" "The loser buys dinner." "I accept." Ten minutes later, we meet beside the checkout counter. Sandra proudly holds up a novel featuring a shirtless pirate hugging a woman while lightning strikes behind them.

he said. I looked out the window. “There’s a bookshop,” I said. “Two streets from the market. So small you have to turn sideways in the aisles. I bought two books I didn’t need.” “What kind.” “One about a woman who builds boats. One about a city that doesn’t exist.” He made a sound that was almost a laugh. “Of course.” “Of course what.” “You’d find the one bookshop,” he said. “In the whole city. First month.”

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So I turn away to enter my car when my phone pings in my bag. Grabbing the purse from the passenger seat and tucking out the phone, I find a message on the screen from Zeath’s unsaved number. ‘Can we meet, please? Check my location.’ I gulp down nothing. ~ When I arrive at where Zeath asked to meet, I find it’s a book store quite far from his house. Inside the book store smells like mint and old books—kind of reminds me about one of the things I liked in Zeath. Everything inside here screams old and vintage. And it’s really satisfying; makes all the hectic events happening outside seem like nothing.

"Whatever happens, we face it together." "I know." "You're not alone." "I know." He squeezed. Held on. The Bookstore The store was small, wedged between a coffee shop and a used clothing store, a hand-painted sign swinging in the breeze. Crossroads Books. I stood across the street for a long time, watching. "He doesn't know you're coming," Adam said. "I know." "If you're not ready" "I'll never be ready." I crossed the street. Opened the door. The bell chimed. The store smelled like paper and dust and something else coffee, maybe, or the candles burning on the counter. Shelves lined every wall. Stacks of books covered the floor.

The honeymoon issue still weighed on Brown's mind-that's what had brought him here now. He parked his car outside a large downtown bookstore and stepped inside. Since it wasn't the weekend, the place wasn't too crowded. Or maybe people just didn't read as much anymore-who knew? These days, online bookshops offered massive discounts, and that kind of competition might be one reason this store felt so quiet. Brown walked over to the store's database computer and typed in "honeymoon" once more. Within moments, a list of titles popped up. "Aisle twelve," he muttered, scanning the list.

But Izan, always thoughtful, picked out a few books he thought I would enjoy, promising to read them to me later. My heart swelled with happiness, making this day one of the best in my life. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Izan whisked me off to a nearby bookstore. The bookstore was a charming, old-fashioned haven, overflowing with books of every genre imaginable. From floor to ceiling, shelves lined every wall, each one packed with literary treasures waiting to be discovered. There was a certain magic in the air, a sense of adventure that beckoned to every book lover who crossed the threshold.

butterflies in my stomach I avert my eyes. When I turn to Carla, I see she’s gone. I sigh. I take out my phone and go into my bookstore. I pick out a book out of the Piper Rayne collection, the two of them have to be one of my all-time favorite authors. I read the book while I wait for Carla to return. She told me she’d let me know if she left. I am so focused on my book I didn’t realize until he spoke up that he was beside me. “So, miss Library what you doing reading in a bar?” the guy I was looking at earlier asks.

Along with blankets, pillows and novelties. Throughout the store, there were tables and chairs set up. There was an area on the balcony that was dedicated for story time and book readings. Opening weekend, Gertie had hosted a local author’s book fest. Nineteen authors from the area had tables set up in the store for autographs. Shiloh didn’t even know that there were that many authors in the area. Then again, she wasn’t really a reader either.

he wraps his arms around me more, and I settle into him. "Right, come on," King says, helping me off. I look up at the building. "Where are we?" I ask. "Libreria Acqua Alta," he says, and I stare at him. "Bookshop babe," he laughs, and I look around in amazement. This is amazing; I get lost looking at books. I've never been anywhere like this before. I'm amazed by the books. The entire building is surrounded by them. King stands reading poems from one of the books to me, and I watch as the sky gets darker.