A/N: Not quite sure how I feel about this story, so please let me know what you think!
Heart beating wildly, Hannah smiled at the incredible handsome man who’d just walked into the book store. An Adonis thrown into the midst of her normal world of complaining customers and delayed orders.
“May I help you?” she asked.
He shrugged, turning intensely blue eyes towards her. “I’m looking for a book for class,” he told her.
“Then I guess you’ve come to the right place,” Hannah joked.
The man frowned. “It’s for my English class,” he said. “We’re supposed to read a classic or whatever.”
“Of course. Do you have a preferred author?”
“No, it’s supposed to be a classic. Like old, you know?”