CS AU week
↳ day 4: Another Time | The 50′s
Emma notices him almost as soon as he enters the bookstore, slightly disheveled hair and loosened tie. She notices the way his fingers flit nervously over the books and knows he is not here for any particular book. He is here for the feeling of possibility. For the escape.
She quickly grabs a book at random when he is suddenly in her aisle, footsteps slowly, oh so slowly, taking him closer and closer to her until he stops just a couple of feet away. He waits and waits until Emma sighs and lifts her gaze to his, only to be greeted by the bluest of blues. Oh. Reminds her of the open sea. Of possibility.
“Well, that’s unusual,” he hums and there’s a twinkle in his eye and a joke in his voice and Emma bristles.
Such a gorgeous face wasted on an asshole. Figures.
“What?” she snaps. “A woman in a bookshop instead of in the kitchen making you a sandwich?”
He has the nerve to look amused. Intrigued even.
“No, love,” he nods towards the book in her hand with a teasing smile but soft eyes. “Just that most people tend to read Mr Salinger the other way. Men and women alike, far as I know.”
Emma looks down and feels her whole face flush in seconds as she sees what she is holding. Catcher in the Rye. Upside down and everything.
“Perhaps,” he takes another step forward and they are just a foot apart and he is less cocky and more ernest now. “I could make you a sandwich in exchange for bottoms-up-reading lessons?”
Emma thinks there’s definitely a possibility.