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He asked, yawning as he closed his and slipped the cap onto the open pen, he leaned back into the chair as I set my phone onto the table. "It was good... a bit boring", I said, trying to cover the real truth. I had never called a book boring in my lifetime, but with him in front of me, everything else became boring to look at or even do. "How was your book?" I asked, and he began telling me how the book was, and I listened intently hoping he kept analyzing his book. He proved my theory right, everyone in The Great Gatsby was somewhat mentally ill, they were no good guys or girls, just people getting by.

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"Thanks. Got a book in mind?" "Yeah, 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald," I say, and she points me to where it might be. "Just one left should be along that wall. Good luck." With that, she heads back to her desk. After about 10-15 minutes of searching, I finally spotted it on the fifth shelf. As I reach for the book on the fifth shelf, I find myself stretching on my tiptoes, struggling to grab it. But then, I start to tip backward, almost taking a tumble.

The two of them opened their books and read, serenaded by the crackling and popping of wood, the atmosphere warm and comfortable. Within the first few pages of The Great Gatsby, her mind was transported back to 1920s New York. It had been a while since she read an actual book, most of her reading pleasure dedicated to fashion magazines and social media. She hated to admit she was glad there was no Wi-Fi or cell phone service in this neck of the woods. Chris explained earlier that he wanted this place to be a rustic respite from the busyness and time-suck electronics

And l unintentionally read the title. “Oh you’re reading The Great Gatsby”, l suddenly asked. Before l could stop myself. “Yes. It’s a great book”, the man replied with a warm smile as he glanced down at his book. “Have you read it yet?”, he asked curiously. “Are you kidding me”, l laughed. “I wasn’t actually in love, but l felt a sort of tender curiosity”, l laughed as l quoted Gatsby. With an exaggerated air of sophistication. The young man laughed in amusement and l felt a unfamiliar sense of joy at his laughter. And suddenly l blurted out, “I’m Leigh, by the way”.

He hands me the leather notebook and smiles, before returning to the counter. There is no time for me to extend any conversation. He seems shy. Those were my best fangs... “Orange, please”. I nod to him, who gives an okay from a distance, and return to my reading. Two more paragraphs and my mind flashes back to the scene... Suddenly, it gets hot in here. It becomes almost impossible to concentrate on reading The Great Gatsby. Come for me, baby... Come riding for me. I swallow my saliva and moisten my lips before asking the next question in an attempt to maintain selfcontrol. His normality made me horny and irritated in equal measure.

She stopped abruptly, then turned to me, “What are your favourites? I mean, apart from Pride and Prejudice. I tilted my head, “You want to know?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and I wished I had noticed it first. “Tolstoy, Fitzgerald, and Baldwin.” “The Great Gatsby?” She asked, “Of course, you're the type of man who'll admire Gatsby. Rich, brilliant but lonely as hell.” She went on a full rant about Gatsby then, her hands gesturing animatedly, and I never wanted her to stop.