Stepped into the tiny bookstore
There’s a chair next to you
Do you mind?
Glance in your direction
Momentary eye contact
Shift away
You looked so cute
Cut offs and plaid
It looked different on you
Crossed legs
Uncrossed
Arms on bag, we have similar ones
Pretending to search for something beyond you
Adorable smile
Turn and shift my skirt
Sweep my bangs, bite my lips
Waiting
Some man behind dropping names that echo
Eyes rolled
“So have you read his other books?”
snap to reality, silence
the words mix with my saliva and slide back down
we have the same haircut
really feels like we were meant to be
Author slinks to the podium
The obnoxious man asks to many questions
Everyone else shivering in shyness
Nothing to say
Buy the book
Stand in line
Listen to you chat with Tao in that awkward introverted way
Like how I talk when someone asks me about film or music
You sound so excited
One more chance
I reach to say something
Fall back to my thoughts
Still thinking of you
Gone
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