𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑. joe goldberg

The familiar jingle of the Mooney's Bookstore bell announced a new arrival, and Joe Goldberg, immersed in the literary world he curated, felt an unfamiliar jolt.

He had been meticulously re-shelving a stack of old classics, each spine a testament to forgotten stories, but this new presence was a fresh narrative entirely. His eyes, keen and observant, took in the innocent pink ballet flats, the deceptively demure attire, and the way her gaze seemed to sweep the shelves with a practiced air of casual interest.

She was beautiful, undoubtedly, with wavy light brown hair framing a face that held a curious mix of vulnerability and something undeniably captivating. Joe, ever the orchestrator, began to subtly maneuver, positioning himself for the perfect 'chance' encounter. His heart, usually so guarded, quickened with a thrill he hadn't felt since Beck. This was different, though. This felt like a new chapter, one he was eager to write.

He watched her, a silent predator in his literary lair, as she approached his section. He pretended to be engrossed in adjusting a misplaced volume, stealing glances through the gaps in the shelves. She noticed, he was sure of it. And then, a light tap on his shoulder, and her voice, sweet like honey, broke the silence.