His Rose
''I'm pretty sure there's a lot of things you don't know about me too,'' I mutter, picking up one book from the shelve.
Elia breathes out, ''Of course. I don't know you but I'm guessing you don't even like political issues.'' Then, I roll my eyes—putting the book back down. I look at him, seeing that he has a playful smile on his face; showing how he's just fooling around.
''You caught me,'' I walk towards the Romance section; looking at the books that isn't too cliché or too cheesy.
As he stops beside me, he picks up a book that I didn't seem to realise earlier, Fifty Shades of Grey which makes my eyes widen before laughing, ''You have a bad taste in books,'' I say, looking at a book called