violentine one shots

stare

violet pov:

new york. 2015..

it was a normal boring day in my standard life my shift just started as i opened the store. a book store, what a nerdy job but at least i worked with Aasim who did all the nerdy stuff not saying i'm dumb because i'm quite smart just not nerdy smart, i just opened and organised the books and read a bunch. i went to the back of the store to go rearrange some out of place novels.

when i heard the door bell jingle and glanced at a figure entering the store as the sunshine beamed through the glass door as my eyes scanned such a beautiful creatures godly features.

Well, hello there.
Who are you? Based on your vibe, a student.
Your blouse is loose.
You're not here to be ogled, but those bracelets, they jangle.
You like a little attention.
Okay, I bite.
You search the books.
Uh, fiction.
F through K.
Now, hmm, you're not the standard insecure nymph hunting for Faulkner you'll never finish.
Too sun-kissed for Stephen King.
Who will you buy? Sorry.
You sound apologetic, like you're embarrassed to be a good girl.
And you murmur your first word to me....

"Hello, do you work here?" she smiles as her voice echos in my ears. "Guilty. Can i help you find something?" i ask in a polite tone.
"Paula Fox?" "That's a good choice."
"Hmm, I feel weirdly validated." we chuckle
"Follow me."

should i finish this...? comment.