“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” I deadpan, scowling at the man in front of me.
The gentle hum of the radio plays aloud in the bookstore, surrounding us with a rather intimate environment contrasted against the rage of our refudge.
We both want to buy _The Great Gatsby_. There’s only one copy left.
His deep brown eyes peer into mine, challenging me at my own game. “If yo...