“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 you don’t give me this book,” he warns, his grip a vice. “I’ll make you regret it.”

I scoff, holding tighter. “Yeah, right. As if I’d let you get the chance.”

“All right,” he smirks, as if I’d already lost.

He lets go of the copy.

Gasping, I fall, not realizing what happened until I’m flat on my ass against the ground, and the book was flying into his hands.

“Won’t say I told you so!”