027. Book
POV: Rose
Word count: 134
Always those worn-out westerns, always them. Only after a few weeks of knowing him, I knew that he always had one of them with him. He read them in the gym, while he was waiting for me. On the plane, while we were travelling. In the Guardian's building, when he was off duty. I couldn't get what was so good about them. And anyway, hasn't he read all of those books already?
It wasn't after that we have been together for months, that one lonely afternoon, when he was away with Christian somewhere, I was alone in our apartment, and since I was bored, I picked up one of his books from the coffee table, where he'd left it the pervious night, and started reading.
And truth to be told, it really was good.
