Entangled With The Bad Boy
“I don’t really know, to be honest. Do you have any recommendations for someone who wants to start reading?”
I blink at him. “You woke up one day and decided to become a reader, came to the library to pick up books, and now you don’t even know what you want?” I say, words spilling out before I can stop them. “You should at least know what you’re into. I’m not here to babysit your reading journey.”
I grab my non fiction book from the desk, flipping it open just to keep my hands busy, to stop myself from saying the thousand creative insults running through my head. So much for trying to act professional.
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