In a quiet bookstore, where dreams softly reside, Two souls, like lost pages, on a journey to confide. They sought an obscure book, a treasure yet untold, Its words, like whispered secrets, stories to unfold. Fingers brushed on the spine, a serendipitous touch, In that hallowed aisle, where hearts open, and they clutch. Their eyes met, and within them, a universe unfurled, Two kindred spirits meeting in a vast, bookish world. “I’m sorry, sir. I found it first. But I’m willing to make a sacrifice.” “Oh, really? I did too,” he joked. “Come on, lady. Pick your price.”