I reach for my favorite story

A book about a war within

I’ve read it 13 times and decided

Now is the time to buy it

I reach my hand up

Towards the binder

And a rough large hand covers mine

As he reaches for the same book

We pull our touch away and he blushes

While I rub the back of my neck

“Sorry did you want that book?” I say

“No no, you grabbed it first why don’t you?”

“I’ve never met someone who’s read it before.”

“Neither have I. It’s an amazing story.”

“Well, would you possibly want to go for coffee to talk about it?”

“That sounds nice.”

(Not my best work but it’s cute I think)