Blaine Sousa:
A man who doesn't care about others opinions.
Cassandra Harper:
A woman who cares a little too much about what people think of her.
When a turn of events brings two strangers together once more it could be lethal, especially in his lin...
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I wake up from a restless nights sleep with a weird feeling. I'm not superstitious at all but I can't shake my gut feeling that something bad is going to happen.
I don't know what the bad thing is and I don't know when it will happen, all I know is whatever it is, I'm not prepared for it.
The problem is, I don't know how to prepare for it because I don't even know if it's just a load of nonsense or some sort of warning.
Hopefully the feeling goes away soon and whatever happens is a minor inconvenience not something life changing.
Either way I still have to go into work, my bakery wont run itself.
I drive down to the bookstore on the way to work, there's only two ways to settle my nerves number 1 is baking and number 2 is reading. Considering I was up most of last night and have an excess of cakes and all things sweet number 2 seemed like the better option.
Although I do have my own personal library at home filled with books that I haven't read, I love the feeling of buying new ones and I feel like picking out and reading a new book today.
I search the shelves of endless possibilities and when I physically can't see anymore, due to the enormous pile of books I'm carrying, I decide I have enough books (for now).
I sit on the floor and count the books. 17. Maybe I should put some back?
Ok, let's go through these and see which ones to keep.
1.
1 is the number of books, or I guess book, that I decide to put back.
16 is the number of books I buy. I know I have an obsession but it's a healthy obsession. An obsession that only doesn't hurt anybody except for the fact it deeply hurts my bank account.
I place my books on the backseat of my car and as I do the stack falls down onto the floor of the car. Whoops.
I had no intention of going back home but I feel obliged to take the books home before going into work.
I don't want someone breaking into my car and stealing my babies.
I pile up the books, leaving one in the car to take with me, and take them into my small house. If I sold all of my books I'd probably be able to afford a bigger house but let's be real that's never going to happen. I don't even really need a bigger house because I'm the only person that lives here.
My floor is open plan, the kitchen in a C shape to the left of the front door, separating it from the rest of the room by a countertop. When you walk in, the living room is to the right. My living room has two sofas, one against the back wall and at the side of the stairs, one separating the area, leaving a small hallway in the middle. Windows surround the living area, taking up two of the walls (the front wall and the right one). The ceiling in the living room is tall, the height of two stories.
