a/n: all right y'all. i'm doing it. i'm writing fluff.
i know it's not particularly kind of me to post such a small snippet but i am much more likely to keep up with it this way so here we go. and yes i had to take out the warring bookstores angle of you've got mail because let's be real it's 2015 and warring bookstores not so much.
[title from the wonderful song "new york city" by among savages (song rec from gossip girl yep that happened)]
Here is a small apartment, in a small neighborhood, in a large city.
Here is the windowsill, lined with succulents (from the hardware store on the corner) and bamboo (from K-Mart).
Here is Margaret Hale. And here, two floors below, is the bookstore she inherited when her parents died.
Across town, now, and up, to a parkside tower. To the penthouse, and to the man who lives there, wrapped in crisp gray suits that don't show their age. Here is John Thornton.
And here, further south, among the last of the numbered streets, is the place where, in six days, John and Margaret will meet, really meet, for the first time.