"you can't buy happiness but you can buy books. they're technically the same.."
He walked in at exactly 10 minutes past 3. He glanced around the bookshelves, touching the covers of the books, ever so gently. I propped my elbow onto the desk, watching him take out a book and read the descriptions.
He stopped and took out a thick hard covered book, the title written, "Habitats". I saw him take it and head toward me. The closer he came, I realized that he looked older than he probably was. He gently put the book down and waited for me to scan it.
I quickly scanned it, checking the amount. $18.99. He handed over a 20 dollar bill with another dollar bill. I gave him his change, feeling his hand brush my hand. "Would you like a bookmark?" I hesitated, wondering if I should've kept it to myself.
He smiled.
And took one.
YOU ARE READING
White Daisies
Short Story❝Sometimes all you need is love.❞ A girl and a boy. They fall in love, of course. But what does the girl receive? White daisies and love. As they fall in love, watch as their story and journey grow. [#694 in Short Story]
