Mia walked out of her favorite bookstore in a rush. She stayed there way longer than she wanted to. She just couldn't decide what she wanted.
Mystery.
Romance.
Historial Fiction.
She ended up with three novels covering all three of those topics. She might not even get to those books. She had a while bunch surrounding her apartment, but this was the life she had chosen: the life of a bookworm. And unfortunately, she would be back here next week to select new books even if she hadn't finished a single book within the next week.
Mia would have hailed a taxi, but it was late at night. She decided to stand outside of the bookstore after calling the taxi company that knew her by name and the place where she would need to be picked up. She waved at the owner, who was still inside, closing everything up. He always offered to drive her home, but she always refused, saying that she should be home with his wife.
Eventually, the store went dark, and Mia was left standing in the light that only a street light could provide before a voice called to her from a dark alley.
"Miss?" the voice said.
Hair raised on her arms as a figure walked toward her from the dark, but Mia refused to be scared.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked the man.
"You sure can," he said as he revealed the knife that he was hiding behind his back.
Mia quickly tried to turn around and run, but it was too late. Mia started to plead for her life, but it was for nothing. The man put his empty hand up to her mouth before jabbing the knife straight into her heart.