The dead are rich but the living are poor

Ch 2. New routine

So.... I don't really stray from my daily routine like ever; not because I'm ocd or some shit, I just don't care to do anything else than what's necessary to get to work and stay awake.

But, today on my way to work, I saw this guy in a bookstore near the window, and couldn't look away.

That was unusual. I can look away from anything usually; even those revealing posters and bright lights everyone talks about being so spectacular.

This boy made me think I could feel.
Fuck it. I'll try anything to feel.

I walk into the bookstore on my way home from work that I saw him in.
He seemed to be enraptured in a novel.
How..cute? I don't know. Something my sister said when she saw puppies.

He's not a puppy though.
Now I'm annoyed.
My stomach hurts when I try to get closer. But I enjoy looking at him??
Just a lot going on, and I don't like it anymore. Maybe I should ask him to have coffee with me? All the other people that have friends do that, right?

"Hey you. What's your name?"
I say across the stack of books.
"Me?" He seemed caught off guard.
"No, that book in your hand.
Of course you!" I exclaim now annoyed.
He half-smiled, and with a rich accent I couldn't quite place, he retorted with confidence,
"My names August. Yours?"
"Kilei. Would you like to have coffee with me, August?"
"Coffee? Sure. Let's go."
"Don't you want to check out your book?"
"Oh, no need. I own plenty of copies."
That's weird. Why would he come to a book shop to look at a book that he already has? And why so many?
He winks at me as we leave the store.
Wonder what that means.

We decide to go to tea taiM.
Shit. That's where I work.
It's such a dumb name, too.
A coffee shop named tea taiM
is like a dog named mittens;
Makes no god damn sense.

Why am I doing this?
Why do I want to do this?
Eh, I'll just ask about the book.

"So, tell me about yourself, kilei."
What? No! I want to know about your weird book fetish! Not answer questions! Fuck.
"Well, I was born September 9th, 1991;
I went to queens; and I'm really rich."
"Well, that's abrupt."
"Yes, it is. Is that a problem?"
"No, not at all."
"Good, because I have a question."
"Sure?"
"Why were you in the store reading a book that you own an odd amount of copies of?"
He seems to find this funny.
I'm onto you, you kinky perv.
It's probably about giraffe por-.
"It's mine."
"Yours?"
"I wrote it. I read them at the store because people keep pasting different words randomly and changing the plot."
"Why don't you just tell the owner.?He could make sure to keep an eye out or at least check the books."
"No no, I like it."
That's weird. That's so weird. Why?
"What?" (o_O)
"I like the creative input. Seeing it from other people's perspective gives me inspiration for my works in progress."

Well.. That's cute.. If I'm using that right.. I'll figure it out.

"What's it about?"
"Love."
I flinch at his calmness.
"How is it about love?"
He smiled at himself, obviously amused. Now I'm pissed. I just wanna fucking know dude, come on.
"You should read it. Here."
He pulls out a little book out of his messenger bag.
"Signed; Just incase I'm ever famous."
I take it. Eh. We'll see how this goes.

We depart. Without a word, oddly.
New routine, I guess.

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