Meet Abby, whose story I'm currently revising based on some editor feedback:
About three weeks into 1999, I was standing in Barnes and Noble and browsing through the History section to find a book on Greek Gods and Kings of Britain and France, and history of the Anglo-Saxons, when I realized there was a young man edging closer to me by the minute. He kept glancing sideways at me while “browsing” the books and I couldn’t suppress the small smile that escaped my lips. He was cute and innocent and everything I should have been at 18 or 20 or however old he was.
He finally made it to where I standing reading the flap of a book on King Henry the VIII and made a big deal out of reaching for the same book. He flipped it open and looked at me as though he hadn’t known I’d been looking at the f'ing book and said:
“I wonder if this is any good?”