AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a really short fluffy one shot that is really trashy so sorry bye
"Hey... looking for anything specific?" The guy with the viciously cute bun leaned on the nearest bookshelf. Steve saw his name tag that read James.
"Oh...uh...I'm not a huge reader, but I wanted to take it up...do you have any recommendations?" Steve could barely talk to his face, all he was staring at were his broad shoulders..." James gave a warm smile. "Recommendations? I could go on for hours! What kind of stuff are you interested in?"
Steve blinked. "Actually, do you have anything set in the WWII era?" Steve had been so distracted by him that he almost forgot the reason he came. James' eyes lit up. "WWII? Yeah! Actually one of my favorite books of all time...it's historical fiction, though, so if you're looking for nonfiction, then I have something else...", James moved from the bookshelf and began scanning it. "Historical fiction is fine...I already know basically all there is to know about the 40's." James smiled."Is it ok if it's sad? Because this book is heart wrenching but really good at the same time." Steve smiled. "I'm sure I can handle it."
Steve walked to the counter and set the book down. James smiled. "Ah, The Book Thief. I promise you'll like it. Maybe as much as I like you." He rung the book up, Steve blushing the whole time. The receipt printed and James took it out and scribbled something at the bottom. He handed it to Steve, and winked at him. Steve left the shop smiling and probably looked like an idiot when he read the receipt outside.
555-682-9384 coffee?
Steve smiled and walked back to his apartment.
