Joseph couldn't believe it.
'Of all the bookstores in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine,' Joseph thought to himself, adapting the quote from the Casablanca movie.
That's what it felt like right now.
The fact that she actually lived in this part of the world didn't matter. The context of the quote was.
He had managed to avoid her for two years.
He had been at the bookshelf, casually looking for a book for revision, when something just made him look up. For no reason. Look up towards the entrance when something seemed to be at his peripheral vision.
It was pure curiosity and instinct.
He regretted it.
Regretted it utterly.
She walked through that open door to enter into the bookstore.
His breath caught in his throat.
