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The bookstore was never particularly busy. There would be the occasional rush of clients every now and then, maybe a particular book had been assigned at the school or for a research assignment. There were always the main customers, the ones who'd come in, lingering around the store before choosing a book or two and coming up to the register. That's where I came in. I had been working at the local bookstore for a year now. My uncle owned the place and it was good work that helped pay for the bills that graduating from college came with. It wasn't hard, a few shifts a week, shelving books and manning the register, it certainly wasn't the worse job in the world.

This particular day was just a normal one, the day dragging on as most Monday's would. I looked around the room; it was just the various books and myself in here. I figured that I could at least start shelving the new arrivals in the back and get the orders ready for pick up.

The boxes had been left haphazardly sorted around the back room, Julie had probably just delivered them in a rush. There weren't many new arrivals, only two boxes, each filled with the various orders that Joe had placed. I never understood his taste, there was no softness in his orders. Each box seemed to only yield to more folk stories and legends on the unknown or supernatural, all of which was vastly useful in a small town. What else could fill the day except for some light reading on cave monsters and big foot. It certainly wasn't my taste. I preferred the rather more adventurous pursuits, forgive me for sounding like a cliché, but I never wanted adventure in my own life but it was lovely to read about them.

The sound of the entrance bell made me look up from my place crouched over on the floor. A blond-haired man walked in, looking around by the register before his eyes landed on me. I stood, dusting my hands against the fabric of my skirt.

"Hello," I made my way back into the main room of the store. I couldn't help but be taken aback by his eyes. They were a startling gold, I had never seen something like that in my entire twenty-two years on the Earth. I shook my head, I couldn't be thinking like that, it was work after all. "How can I help you?"

The blonde man smiled, he had friendly yet sharp features. I had to admit that he was what pretty much everyone would call attractive. "I'm here to pick up an order, my son's order, actually"

"And the last name would be?" I asked, grabbing the list of orders.

"Cullen" he supplied. I ran my finger down the short list, finding it within seconds. I swear I had heard that name before.

"Edward Cullen? 'Creatures of the Dark Meeting Humans'?" I asked, repeating the order on the paper. He nodded. "Just give me a moment to find it" I said as I made my way back to the storage/ break room.

I looked through the box of orders, searching around for the name Cullen. There was nothing. I searched under the boxes and around but still nothing. I finally found it, kicked underneath the bookshelf innocently, like it didn't know that I would have to move the whole shelf to reach it. It was only during the shifts when I was alone did heavy things need to be moved, just my luck I suppose.

I let out a small groan, standing up and grabbing onto both sides of the book shelf. I pushed on it lightly, hoping that my small exertion was all it would take, unfortunately my hopes were dashed when the shelf remained in the same spot. I pushed harder this time, trying to get the large shelf to teeter a few inches forward, that's all I needed, a few inches to reach the book, maybe six-inches if I was being honest. I pushed harder and I felt the heavy object shift slightly, maybe a few centimeters and I planted my feet firmly on the ground, using my full strength.

"Is everything alright back there?" I heard a smooth voice ask.

"Everything's fine, I'll only be a second" I called back, hoping the strain wasn't evident in my voice. I pushed again and a few books fell to the floor, crashing down as I shook my head. Maybe, I should just move all the books off of the shelf before trying to push it. That would be the smart thing to do but it would take too long and I had a customer waiting. A few more books came crashing down clunking loudly down to the floor.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" The blonde man's head popped into the doorway. I was currently leaning against the heavy oak as he came further into the room, tilting his head slightly. "Perhaps I could help?"

"I'm almost there, it's fine, I'll be with you in just a second" I said, waving him back but he didn't move, a small sympathetic smile placed on his face.

"I really think I can help" I nodded, moving to one side of the shelf as he came closer, ready to help him. He placed his hands on the wood and he almost seemed amused as I moved to help him, mirroring his hand movements. He probably thought I was weak, which wasn't wrong but still.

When we picked it up, it felt like nothing. It barely weighed down in my hands at all. I knew he must have been carrying most of the weight but he didn't look like it. He wasn't straining himself at all, it almost looked easy. Perhaps he worked out, he didn't look out of shape.

"There we go" he said, setting the book shelf down without so much as a breath.

"Thank you" I said, smiling gratefully.

"It was no trouble, really" he said, his smooth voice flitting through the room like music.

"Even so, I appreciate it" I picked up the book from the floor, dusting it off with my sleeve before I held it out to the helpful man with the golden eyes. He took it slowly, looking at me all the while with those charming eyes of his. I really don't know why I'm so taken with him, I know nothing about him besides what he looked like. I couldn't be that shallow, could I? I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. "I should get you checked out then" I said, making my way out into the main room as he followed behind me, placing the book on the counter.

"That'll be $9.95" He handed me a ten-dollar bill and I quickly rung him up, dropping the nickel into the palm of his hand. "I hope your son likes his book"

"He will, thank you" he gave me a close-lipped smile before leaving, his polite figure retreating from the book store.

The kind man had a knight-in-shining-armor type vibe he had going for him. I shook my head, I always had such different customers. I should get back to shelving some of the new books.

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Hello! This is my first fic for the Twilight series, if you follow some of my other stories then I'm sorry for not updating. I just am very busy and I haven't updated myself on the latest episodes for most of them. Anyway, I hope you guys like this fic and tell me what you think in the comments!