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"Oh, what a cool little bookstore," Hannah said, "I didn't even know this place was here."
The way she looked at the titles on the sci-fi/fantasy shelf told me everything I needed to know about her: Kid in a candy store. And a geek, too. She just had that look, like the thing right in front of her eyes was so exciting she wanted to take a bite out of it.
"Yeah, we've been here for a while," I said, "but it's kinda hidden back here."
It was just a short-term job between semesters, working for somebody my girlfriend knew, and I had no plans to stick around. If you love books, trust me, you do not want to work in a bookstore. You spend all your money on the good ones and all your time on the bad ones, and the biggest lesson you take home is that people read garbage.
But here's the other lesson: the most gorgeous women you will ever see hang out in bookstores. Maybe they're everywhere, and a good bookstore just puts them in the right mood. This is going to sound bad, but I really did care about my girlfriend, Kelly, and I had never snuck around behind her back. But I was allowed to look. And I couldn't stop looking at Hannah.
She had this messy blonde hair, about down to her shoulders, and round, kinda rosy cheeks. Nice lashes. (For some reason, I noticed her eyelashes.) She was a little thick, very hourglass, wearing a kind of flowy top and jeans. And she had this killer, killer smile. Pretty, and sexy, with just weird hint that there was a secret there?like she was getting away with something. Flirting with women like her was the one real perk of this job.
Her boyfriend came out of the bathroom a minute later, though, and just hovered over her shoulder. So, we cut it short.
"I'm David," I said, "let me know if I can help you look for anything."
She gave me this really sweet look and said "I'm Hannah. I will." Boyfriend didn't seem to like that. I walked back to the one cash register to help some little old ladies ring up their mysteries. I also had a ton of inventory to add to the system that day anyway, so I wouldn't have had much time to flirt with her even if she'd been there by herself, but every time I looked her direction, she was looking back.
I like a woman who knows how to flirt with just a look. And I really liked the looks I was getting from her. I caught myself thinking it was a drag that her boyfriend was there, then I got that guilty feeling that I wasn't even thinking about Kelly. But there was nothing wrong with making eyes at each other, right?
A little later, they came to the counter. "Find something?" She had two new paperbacks and a used hardcover in her hands. Her boyfriend was standing right behind her, looking thrilled to be getting out of there.
"I was looking for the new book in that Ann Leckie trilogy, too," she said, "I didn't see it, but any chance you have a copy in the back, or something?"
"Oh, there's no 'back'," I said, "Let me check, though." I pulled it up in our inventory, and it said we should have a copy.
"Huh. There should be one. Maybe it got onto the wrong shelf."
"Well," Hannah said, holding up her other books, "these will keep me busy for a while." There was that smile again. I can't lie: I was seriously fantasizing about her. Then she said "Can you call me if it turns up?"
"I?sure," I stammered, "absolutely."
She wrote her name and number on a sticky note, and handed it to me like it was a present. Boyfriend was doing something on his phone, but I did catch him giving me a look. Like, "don't get any ideas." Sorry, bro, but I was getting ideas.
"I'll call you," I said, "if I find it."
I felt guilty just having the number. There was a binder where I was supposed to write down customers who needed calls, but I didn't put her in it. I just folded the slip up and sultangazi escort hid it in my wallet. (Right next to a condom, actually.)

I didn't find the book, though. So, on my lunch break, I drove to the Barnes