I love books.
They let me experience lives that aren’t my own.
The excitement, the nervousness… books let me feel all sorts of emotions.
Today, like always, I was reading a novel at my favorite café.
"Here’s a little something on the house. Please, enjoy."
A cup of coffee was placed gently on the table.
The aroma wafted up, tickling my nose, and the deep, calming baritone voice made me look up.
The owner glanced at the cover of the novel I’d set down and smiled.
"That novel… I like it too."
A polite, well-mannered owner with the same taste in books—it didn’t take long for me to fall for him.
…I don’t know, maybe I’m weird. I'm not exactly restless, but can’t seem to relax…
