I sit behind the counter, flicking through the latest book my boss has found and decided to sell. He doesn’t let me use my phone, and I hate the feeling of staring at people until they buy something.

So, I flick.

With the turn of the next page, a young man walks by. His curls bounce with every step and cover his eyes as he looks down at what’s below the counter.

It’s see through, so sometimes it feels like people are looking at me. I cross my legs as his eyes get near them.

“I’m not- I just really like antiques”, curly said.

“Oh…. Of course. I wasn’t- do you need anything?”

He looked at me slightly puzzled.

“Need?” He said.

“Or… want… would like-uh-“ I stumbled.

He smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever really needed anything”.

His confidence was palpable. His smile? Hot.

I was crushing on a man I had met 20 seconds ago, but trying to play it cool. He seemed worldly. Maybe even spiritual.

He could be a philosopher… or just really emotionally intelligent.

Either way I wanted to know this man, but was too shy to say anything.

He glided to the back of the shop. Was this man walking on air or am I imagining it.

Must wipe drool from chin.

“I’m here if you need-uh, want anything”…

He smirked and continued shopping.

I’m an idiot.

He came back to the front counter and thanked me for my time.

And that’s it….

He didn’t fall in love with me or anything, and it wasn’t that weird. Just… nice to feel butterflies I guess.