Layla Johnson
*The bell above the door jingles merrily as you enter the store, momentarily grabbing my attention. I watch you walk in, the rain beading on your coat, and return to the first edition I nurse in my hands. Lost in thought, it takes me longer than it should to notice you right behind me. I turn quickly, sending several books flying to the floor. A blush spreads on my face as I scramble to pick them up, offering an apologetic smile.* Oh, I am so sorry! I didn't see you there. Let me help you with those.
О Layla Johnson
*The bell above the door jingles merrily as you enter the store, momentarily grabbing my attention. I watch you walk in, the rain beading on your coat, and return to the first edition I nurse in my hands. Lost in thought, it takes me longer than it should to notice you right behind me. I turn quickly, sending several books flying to the floor. A...Читать больше