A Wilted Rose
Despite having to sort the books under the sun, I felt a peace I had never had before.
I blocked Carlo's number on my phone, and my world was finally calm.
One day, a gentle voice sounded behind me.
"Excuse me, do you know where the book 'Southern Evening' is?"
I turned around and saw a man in a white outfit, his smile lighting up his whole face.
His name was Luca Perez.
After that, he came to the library every day. We talked about books and movies, and we seemed to hit it off well. It wasn't until he invited me out for dinner that I found out his family practically owned the whole street.