Working here though, with well-trained people, I've never had to deal with an actual issue like this before. I've always wanted to make a playlist for one of my books, and I've finally found the time to make one! Don't be like that, Mr. Terrip.""You're too young for boys," he points at me and I internally roll my eyes. He's been telling me this ever since I met him when I was old enough to walk from my house to his shop. Young one, you meet strangers often," he raises his long arm, putting a book on one of the top shelves. I sit down in one of the booths and reflect over my life choices. The horrible and unexplainable life choices that come to me in the blink of an eye.

I hold the book in front of me, not really knowing what to do with myself. I'm not really a nervous person, only around him. I like to think they're friends. I imagine them having known each other since they were young kids in school. They stayed friends throughout middle school and even high school. He doesn't say anything and I'm quite thankful for that. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself further. Are those the only words you can say?" I question, referring to the multiple times he's already asked me that. During the daytime, town square is wonderful. It's filled with happy people walking, smiling, laughing, shopping, and having a good time.I have trouble believin' that.""I feel like you're coming at my throat here, Mr. Terrip," I send him narrowed eyes to which he just smiles at. I ignore the pain in my knee as I run down the tall row of books, not so successfully attempting one of those ballerina jumps.

She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not. And I'm sorry that this chapter is so short but I feel like everything I've needed to say, has already been said. There will also be no sequel or bonus chapters so I'm sorry for that too. They don't need to see you," he glances over at me and I bite my lip from the sting his words left. I enter the driver side and take deep breaths, my routine every time I have to drive myself somewhere.

Jake, I'm telling you," I start and he smirks down at me as I take a wider stance, "if you would've waited two seconds longer, I would've had all of them on the ground.""You're wearing crocs, Azzy," he smiles and I look down at my admittedly cute periwinkle crocs. What are you talking about?" I swallow nervously, having no idea what is going on in his unreadable mind.