1. What she fears she does
I have never been good at keeping a distance from things that are exceptionally dangerous. It started at a young age, the thirst for trouble and maybe a touch of curiosity had a play. But as for real adventure? I hadn't even come close.
And thats precisely why I have my head in a book for the duration of my days spent working. Of course, thats not what I'm supposed to be doing and yet, I am. Sitting at the front desk of the community bookshop, is a quiet job and doesn't provide many opportunities for danger. Except in the books of course.
Every day I wake up at 7:00 am, get dressed and bike to the bookshop where I work till 4:30pm. Its a routine that makes me cringe to the thought. When I first began to work here I was beyond excited, because, as a reader what was a better place to work than in a bookshop?
My regret has been present ever since. Realizing quickly that this job wasn't a reading job, it was a sucking up to customers and ringing them up on the register job. I promise myself every time I hear my alarm in the morning that Im going to get out of this rut I find myself in.
I keep hoping that as the rain falls outside the bookstore window some dashing stranger will bellow through the door and, without meaning to, get me caught up in his disaster of a life.
Just then as I was sitting there staring out the window, a tall man flew in from the outside rain, shaking out his hair and leaning with his back up against the door with a sigh. His features were sharp, strong cheekbones and piercing light eyes. What caught me wasn't his appearance. He had a look of such intensity and consentration it made me want to know what he was seeing.