Sarah, what are you doing here?" Margaret the owner of the bookstore and my boss asked.

I look at her nonchalantly. "I'm working," I say.

She looks at me and sighs; we have these same conversations at least once a week. It's routine so I don't know why she asks anymore. "Let me guess, Jennifer asked you to come in for her because she is sick," she says, rolling her eyes.

I nod because it is the story I use every single time. I know she doesn't buy it anymore, but I do not care. She narrows her hazel eyes and says "She's coming in for you tomorrow."

She turns around and slams the door to her office. Margaret is not so mean if you follow her rules.

The door opens and a man walks in. He's my definition of gorgeous and quite possibly a lot of other girls too. He's at least 6 foot, brown curly hair, and shining blue eyes. I guessed him to work out a lot because he looks very fit. I didn't know I was staring at him until his blue eyes look into my olive green ones. I quickly look down then look up again.

"May I help you with something?" I asked a little too loud.

"No thank you but if I do ill let you know," he says and smiles, I get more flustered than I already was due to his boyish dimples. Though, might I add, there is nothing boyish about him. I try not to follow him with my eyes as he makes his way down the rows of books soon disappearing from my eyesight. I am pathetic I am drooling over some guy who is older then me and I don't even know him.

"Hey" Emilee says as she walks in "I didn't know it was your day to be here," she says with a sneer on her face. "So what's Jenny suffering from now; sore throat, fever, a blow job." She says that too loud forgetting that these is not just a bookstore but a café too. She puffs out a breath to blow her red hair out of her face then pulls her headphones off.

"Hey," I say smiling.

She grins turns around and blinks a few times as if she just now figured out that there was people behind her then she puts her hand on her hips and says "Did I say something to you guys?" she turns around climbs over the counter, puts her bag down and her apron on.

Emilee, or Em, as I called her is one of my best friends. Jenny, on the other hand, you have to see her or me or both. Well I guess it used to be like this but not anymore. Em is really tall with tight, spirally red hair and freckles crowning her straight nose

As I am talking to Em, the man that I was drooling over walks up. "Hey Nathan," Em says. How the hell does she know his name? I question her with a look but she ignores me.

"Hi Emilee," he says her name in a way that you wish it was yours coming out of his lips. He looks at me and smiles politely. I smile back or so I think. I was too nervous to tell.

"The usual?" Em asks

"Yeah." He waits in front of the counter as she disappears into the kitchen.

"So what's your name?" he asks and looks at me quizzically.

"Sarah," I say and he cocks his head to the side.

"Nice too meet you Sarah. I'm Nathan Ault," he says and as we shake hands, I feel a tingle in my stomach. His hand is warm against mine and it feels amazing, but before he lets go he squeezes my hand a little. Maybe I imagined that part.

Em comes back with his coffee and he goes and takes a seat. "What the hell?" I ask Em who's looking at me as if I went crazy.

"What?" she asked,

"Where do you know him from?" I ask in a whispered shout.

"Well, remember how they wanted to shoot some models in here?" I nod my head. "He was the photographer," she says with a wave of her hand. "Isn't he super hot? He doesn't even seem to be 31," she says as she licks her lips. "I want some of that."

I stare at Nathan she's right he is good looking; he seems older, maybe in his 20s but not older than that. There's something about him that's intriguing, that makes you want him to know it's you.

"Is he married?" I ask Em. She looks at me and grins.

"I don't think so," then she adds "He's all yours." I slap her arm.

"I'm only 16, you pervert."

She grins mischievously."Correction, you are almost 17 and besides that makes everything more exciting," she says. I look at her and wish that maybe she wouldn't be wrong. I decided to blow everything off. Em said I was too young and he would never be interested in me. I am just too young for him. However, I still could not get his smile and face out of my mind as I drove home. For once in my life I wish I were as bold as my friends were.

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