Johnny was always a home potato kind of guy, he read his books and drank his wine and liked his girls the same way. No rowdy ones or any girls that would belittle themselves. You met him at a well known bookshop, he sat there and in the wicker chair, glasses turned down a little off his face. You watched him as he read and became part of the book. You failed to notice that he secretly watched you too from across the room. As the rain fogged the glass door of the book shop, he'd come over to you and compliment your taste in books. "Never judge a book by its cover" he said to you softly. "But (Y/N)'s cover tells a million beautiful stories" he'd say while looking into your eyes.
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