“Why are you even here?” Michael scoffed, trying to distract Calum so he didn’t have to actually talk to the pretty girl with her dark hair pulled back in a pony tail - her wide framed glasses continually falling down her nose.
“Ashton’s getting into all that art and photography and shit - I thought a book of some sort might give him something to distract from how home sick he’s been. Have you got balls or not? Go talk to her.”
Michael had been going into the book shop, pretending to read and leaving without looking at what he’d purchased for two weeks since he was running away from fans and accidentally ran into this book store.
She was stacking books from a trolley - a black book with white writing that look like some sort of sci-fi/fantasy/action book for teens.
Michael stood a couple of shelves down, picking up a book by an author who’s name he’d actually become familiar with and trying to figure out how he could talk to her.
A couple of kids pushed past him and knocked over the trolley, spilling the books all over the aisle as they ran away screaming and laughing. Michael instantly put his book down, picking up the books she’d been stacking and placing them back on the trolley.
She’d sighed exasperatedly, as if she was already done with the day and knelt down to take over. “Thank you, I’ve got it.”
“Don’t worry about them - it’s a miracle they’re in a book store at all.” Michael smiled at her.
“They’ve been running around all morning - they keep trying to kick me in the shins.” She whispered, clearly distraught. “Thank you.” She mumbled again as all the books were put back on the trolley.
“No worries, anything to help.” Michael felt his opportunity slipping away from him. “You look like you could use a coffee, or something.”
She smiled slightly at him. “My shift ends in ten minutes.” She nervously pushed her glasses up her nose.
He couldn’t help but smile widely at her. “I’ll be right here.”