O was working at the bookstore on this typical Wednesday morning. She loves the smell of the fresh printed books and the smell of the old books. She was up a ladder when the bell on the door chimed to announce a visitor. It was Sir, his face lit up with joy when he saw her. His smile beamed from ear to ear. Stood upon the ladder with hair tidied up beautifully in a bun, O turned noticeably red and shy, smiling as she tried to focus on her task putting the books away. Sir approached the shelves beside her admiring more than just the books. He picked one up and opened it, “I love a good book don’t you? The way the new books take a little work to open them up. The older ones, the ones used to you reading them at your own pleasure, open up so effortlessly. So inviting with its enchanting smell” he said as he ran his fingertip down the crease of the pages. O, in a fluster with Sir’s words, dropped a book. He bent down to pick it up and handed it to her. “Thank you, Sir”, she replied in her adorable shyness. “Not a problem” he replied as he daringly ran his hand across her ankle as he walked past. O climbs down her ladder for fear she may fall. Sir makes her legs feel weak and her head feel light. She approached her boss at the store front, “may I please take a short break? I’m afraid I skipped breakfast this morning and will need to fetch something from the market”. Her boss, busy reading a book, made a hand gesture and grunt to say yes yes go on. She nodded her head and as she turned around bumped straight into Sir “I’m so terribly sorry Sir excuse me” she said taking her hands quickly off his chest. He placed the book he was admiring back on the shelf and left the store. He walked casually down the street a little to the alley that led to behind the store and to the store room out back.