Once again My blog friend Austin has come to all our rescues. A short poignant read that does give hope for all of us alone.
Even now, weeks removed from the incident, he couldn’t tell you if it was just a feeling he had, or if the Fates themselves had somehow intervened and tapped him on the shoulder.
He didn’t really care why he looked up, though. All that mattered was that he did.
Because that was when he saw her.
“Dude,” he whispered as he tapped his friend Ryan on the elbow, and then pointed across the bookstore at the young lady who was browsing at the books on the Eastern European Religions shelf.
“Whoa,” Ryan uttered in reply, as he closed his book and sat up straight. “And you thought hanging at the bookstore was a waste of time. She is so your type.”
Doyle nodded his agreement. The object of their ogling would definitely be found…
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