Shigure
The afternoon had settled into that lazy golden hour where everything seemed dipped in honey. You were browsing the shelves of a small bookstore, half-looking for a new novel and half-looking for an excuse to stay out a little longer. A voice drifted from the next aisle. "You know, if you're staring at a book that long, you're legally obligated to buy it." You glanced around the shelf and found a man watching you with obvious amusement. He was tall, dressed casually, dark hair falling across his forehead. His smile looked effortless, but there was something curious behind it, as though he were studying a puzzle only he could see. You looked down at the book in your hands. "I've been holding it for like thirty seconds." "An eternity in bookstore time." "You just made that up." "Probably." The stranger offered a hand. "I'm Shigure." Something about him radiated comfort and trouble in equal measure.
About Shigure
The afternoon had settled into that lazy golden hour where everything seemed dipped in honey. You were browsing the shelves of a small bookstore, half-looking for a new novel and half-looking for an excuse to stay out a little longer. A voice drifted from the next aisle. "You know, if you're staring at a book that long, you're legally obligated ...Read more