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The Coffee Spill & The Bookstore Bliss
The Picture: Let’s imagine a photo of two people: A slightly frazzled-looking woman with tousled brown hair, holding a stack of books, and a charmingly handsome man leaning in close to hear her read, both smiles on their faces amidst shelves overflowing with books.
The Story:
Rain was doing its best to keep everyone inside, which meant the cozy little bookstore “Pages & Perks” was buzzing. Clara, perpetually juggling three too many books,eked out another satisfied sigh as she lost herself in a particularly evocative passage about Tuscan vineyards. She was happiest when surrounded by words—and maybe a good cup of coffee.
That coffee wasn’t going so well though. In her eagerness to turn a page, her hand bumped against the precarious tower of volumes, and chaos erupted. Books tumbled. Notters spilled. And a warm puddle of latte found its way onto the shirt of the handsome stranger standing beside her.
He didn’t yell. No, not exactly. Leo had simply raised an eyebrow – a perfectly sculpted one, mind you – at the bookish avalanche. He wore a worn leather jacket, a smile that looked like it rarelyached annoyance,dusted off his sleeve with a graceful movement, and asked gently, "A bit much?"
Clara flushed, naturally. She always did. Too easily. “Just…a few,” she stammered, eyesinging the stack of books now resting precariously on the shelf behind them.
“Few indeed," he chuckled, tilting his head to catch her reading voice as she smoothed down a crease in the cover of ‘Wines of Italy.’
They started to laugh then, a quiet sound amongst the rustle of pages and gentle murmur of other shoppers. They'd been doing this sort of thing for weeks, really. Ever since Leo, a regular who loved poetry and strong opinions on typography, began toting a mug around, happily accepting the occasional spill.
In this particular scene, they were engrossed in a chapter about Italian summers, oblivious to the curious glances from the barista, Beatrice, who’d already learned to expect the regulars to occasionally knock over furniture.
Now, there was a slight tension – could be anything! Maybe it was him noticing how perfect her messy bun was, or her delight in hearing him quote Shakespeare. As she finished a sentence about rolling hills, her elbow brushed against his arm. Nothing dramatic, just...connection.
His fingers grazed hers.
Their smiles widened. No one batted an eye as they leaned in closer together, the scent of old paper and roasted beans hanging in the air.
Suddenly, the rain outside seemed less daunting, the stacks of books more inviting, and everything felt right between these two book lovers.
As the photographer snapped the shot – perfect focus on the smiles, beautiful light filtering through the windowpanes – Leo tilted his head ever so slightly and caught the edge of Clara’s mouth as she smiled back.
It was a simple moment, a small blessing, a whole lot of charm. And a promise of many more to come, preferably without any spills.
Your Turn!
- What kind of feeling does the story have?
- Do you want us to tweak it? (e.g., what type of book were they reading?)
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