New York always bustles with energy and finding a calm and homey environment in the busy city was close to impossible, especially for someone who works for the great Tony Stark. Late nights were a common thing and I couldn't even count the times I've fallen asleep in the lab.
Westend, a cozy bookstore in one of the alleys in New York was my guilty pleasure. It was easy to clear my mind in the old and homey store and I even befriended the store's owner
a man in his late forties, who makes an amazing cup of coffee.
Recently, I started working in the store as a part-timer. I would do mundane tasks such as arranging the books or dusting the shelves but despite the charming ambience of the store not many people came by, well expect this one guy. he was alluring and hard not to admire. The mystery man was fair skinned, slender and muscular. his posture conveyed power and his legs, agility but his eyes were a different story they were the perfect shade of green and seemed to always twinkle with mischief. He rarely smiled but to me he was just perfect, in short he was out of this world but no matter how hard i tried he always seemed to dodge my advances. he wouldn't even say a word and would rarely show any emotion. he was frustrating and i had come to understand that he wasn't like the codes I decifer, there were no pattern and no hints.
These days he rarely visited the store and if he came by he was always in a hurry, even I had started to get caught up in all the work I do for stark and now for the avengers.
nowadays even if i wished to see his beautiful face it was just...
complicated.