Distressed |Harry Styles.

T H R E E

What on earth just happened? I was definitely not checking him out. No way. I cannot get his damn smirk out of my head. He was attractive, his eyes were a beautiful shade of green. He was extremely rude.

That was so strange we never really get any customers, not many people are into reading anymore. Most people revolve their lives around technology and don't have the time to read. Which is sad because they'll never be able to explore the wonders of books.

The bell on the door rings again. This time I look up, it's Edison.

"Good afternoon". Edison shoots a warming smile.

"Good afternoon, How was your day Edison?" I politely ask, I hope he's had a great day.

"It was wonderful, which reminds me that I need to leave for a week, two at the most. I've really enjoyed visiting my grandchildren and it's made me want to see them more often".

"That's great news". I close my book and put it aside.

"Would you mind running the store?" He asks.

"No, I don't mind". I smile.

"I will leave the keys in the side room, thank you so much. You are a wonder". He strolls off to which I am assuming is the back room to drop the keys off.

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Finding the keys in the side room, I lock up the doors for the day. The night stole away the daylight and replaced it with gleaming stars. I wish people would see the beauty of the world for what it really is. Maybe if they sat outside in the dark every once in a while and looked upon the stars, they'd think of the world differently.

I step onto the footpath as I begin my walk home. It's not too long. The night is cold, but there's a sky full of stars. It's quiet enough to be eerie. The birds aren't singing, there's no cars speeding down the small roads. All I can hear is the sound of my own footsteps.

The wind begins to pick up, I start to feel the goosebumps form among my skin. I Walk further down the street, walking under a lamp post that flickers on and off, creating a shadow beneath my feet.

I cross over the street and reach my apartment block. Once I've stepped inside, I twist my key into the door and walk into my apartment. I throw my keys onto the kitchen counter, retrieving the mail that lies on the floor. Bills, bills, bills and bills. Nothing new.

I quickly change into something more comfortable and turn the kettle on. I lean against the kitchen counter thinking about the man with the piercing green eyes. I don't understand why I can't get him out of my head. I must be growing insane, he's a complete stranger.  He was rude after all so I don't really understand why I am wasting my time thinking about him. Weirdly enough, I wanted to find myself in another conversation with him. Only if it lasted for a few seconds. I'm just intrigued, there's part of me that longs to know more about him. There's also another part of me that is telling me I shouldn't want to be in another conversation with him, to stay away.

The switch on the kettle flicks up making me jump. I pour the hot steaming water into my mug and place myself on the couch. I remind myself to set an alarm earlier as Edison will be away and I'm running the shop for a week. I don't know what I'll do without Edison. It sure will be lonely.