Ficlets

I guess you could say we met like any two people would meet. And after that, everything fell right into place. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I worked at a bookstore down the street from my loft. It wasn’t anything fancy and I wasn’t getting paid the big bucks, but it was just enough to get me along until I finished school.

Tuesday was my day to work behind the counter. My shift was over in ten minutes and I was honestly just wanting to get home and keel over. Simple as that. It was a shame that I had a big chemistry exam the next day, so sleeping wouldn’t even be an option.

“Hi. I’m Jake.”

I looked up and standing in front of me was a guy. He wasn’t insanely attractive, although his eyes were quite a catch. In his hands was a novel written by Edgar Allan Poe. I placed the book under the scanner, when he stopped me.

“I wasn’t asking to buy this. I wanted to know about it.”

“I.. I.. don’t know.”

This had never happened before.

“Huh. I’ll be back then.”

He was telling the truth.