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| title | tags | slug | date | date_updated | |
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| A girl in the bookstore |
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a-girl-in-the-bookstore | 2022-05-16T07:14:21.000Z | 2022-05-16T07:14:21.000Z |
I don't read much but I love writing. Going to bookstores helped me learn how people choose titles, design book covers, and price their work.
But not this time.
I had to meet someone, at least that's what my calendar says.
We agreed to meet at Gramedia Bandung.
I know the person. I know the face. I know the name. We both used to met but this is our very first time we've met in personal circumstances. I found her on the Novels shelf, meaning she knows what she's doing there.
I greeted as usual, she replied with a cute answer.
She had me when she smiled at me.
Then we went to KFC Merdeka for dinner. I know it's not a good choice, but at least we both kinda like fast food. We didn't talk much but I guess we both enjoyed our conversation until the restaurant closes orders.
We talked about everything, we kinda relate as we work in the same industry. I stared at her while she talk. She looks kind. And smart. And hard worker. And cute. And independent. And lovely. And, ok, I had to stop. She looks shy yet I know the reason. She seemed to know that I was always staring at her as she was always telling me to stop doing so. I'm very grateful that I can hear so I know her voice and tone.
Then the restaurant closed.
And the night came.
We know we still want to talk but time tells otherwise.
We both have to go home.
I looked at the night sky,
and it was already dark.
Then I looked at the time on my phone,
it was December 27, 2019 22:28 WIB.