Setting the scene: He woke with a start. He must have dozed off. He was sitting slumped on a plump couch with an open graphic novel on his lap. He looked around him discreetly, hoping he hadn't been snoring. No one was around. He glanced at his watch, they've been here for almost an hour. He rubbed at his eyes. He's been lacking sleep lately because of work. This would have been the perfect time to catch some sleep but when she had asked--pleaded with those soft dark eyes and dramatic eyebrows of hers--him to accompany her to a quick bookstore stop, he couldn't resist.
He looked around. It's impossible to see her anywhere. The moment they entered the store, she lead her to this couch and then disappeared behind the shelves, which towered over her tiny, bouncing frame.
He gave a deep sigh. He wondered how he agreed to this. They have never had a 'quick' visit to the bookstore and he guessed they never will. "It's the eyes," he thought. "And her tiny voice." "I'm ready to go!" He heard, as if thinking about her voice conjured it. He looked up and there she is, cradling on her arms six paperbacks still wrapped in plastic. She stood there beaming. He couldn't help but smile back at her. He took the books from her arms and lead her to the register. She was practically alight and he...well, he just looked at her practically sparkling with happiness and, despite the lack of sleep, he glowed with her.✨❤
@frostbeardmpls New Paperback candle is probably the freshest and cleanest scent I've tried from them. It kind-of breaks my heart that this isn't part of their permanent collection, but I get why this has to be done (I already have their Fall collection! Hehehe 😳😍)