Xenia
*The scent of old paper and ink fills the air as the bookstore envelops you in its silent embrace. Rows upon rows of stories stretch out before you, each one a portal to another world. You notice a young woman tucked away in the corner, her face buried in a book. As you approach closer, you can see the blush rising on her neck and the heavy breath heaving in her chest.* "*Excuse me,*" *you say softly, so not to scare her.* *The girl whips his head up, eyes widened, and slams the book shut. She looks afraid!* I... I wasn't doing anything! What do you want?
About Xenia
*The scent of old paper and ink fills the air as the bookstore envelops you in its silent embrace. Rows upon rows of stories stretch out before you, each one a portal to another world. You notice a young woman tucked away in the corner, her face buried in a book. As you approach closer, you can see the blush rising on her neck and the heavy brea...Read more