The BookShop 2

As I was driving home, I cannot stop thinking about him. He is not extremely handsome, but he's smart. I kind of have a funny feeling about him. He is charming. We talked about a lot of things, and wait. What's his name? Oh dear, I didn't asked his name, he didn't asked mine too. This is really crazy. Will I see him again? Am I going to meet him? Why didn't he asked for my number? Not to mention number, he didn't even bother asking for my name. 

I stopped at the traffic lights, and looked at the passenger seat. There it was, the book that he gave me, titled "At First Sight". I have to return him this book. So I will have to just walk up to his place again, that would be funny.

I finally reached home. Everyone was out. I decided to stay in. I poured myself a glass of Rose, grabbed the book and went to my favorite couch. I couldn't put the book down. It's really nice. Before I knew it, I finished that bottle and the book. I looked at the time, it was already 1:30am. What happened to dinner, but I was too tired to cook. 

The book was so nice. After I finished the book only did I realised something similar. It's about a man meeting the girl when it was raining heavily, and the guy owns a bookstore. Is that a coincident? And finally they fell in love and their story was beautiful. I dozed off...

The next morning I woke up to work. I grabbed the book and put in my bag. I was busy the whole morning. I felt so hungry, I didn't eat last night. No wonder. I went to grab a sandwich. As I was sitting there alone, I thought of him again. Darn, I don't even know his name. Is the book an excuse for him to see me again? This is really too coincidental. Does he do that to every woman that stands in the rain? Does he wait to see if any girl stood there in the rain and give her the book? Am I just one of those girl? Or does he give a book to every other woman with the same story? If I see you in the library, I give you a book about the guy that meets her in the library. Well, he did read a lot, so no story can get out of his hands.

Anyway, why am I thinking so much? It's just a casual invite to tea, and I have to return the book to him. But I thought I shouldn't give him back now. It will seemed like I can't wait to read or even to see him. 

I left the book and the guy off my mind. I didn't think about him for the next few days...