holy fuckign,,, I'd like to thank god and also jesus,,,,, and u,,,,
ITâS DONE 3 HOURS LATER LMAO
HERE IT ISâŚâŚâŚâŚ..THE SMALL BOOKSTORE AU
The most beautiful woman Jake has ever seen in his entire life is standing on the sidewalk outside of the bookstore across the street from Salâs.
Heâs staring, his slice of pepperoni pizza frozen halfway between his greased-up paper plate and his mouth (which is currently hanging open - either in preparation for this bite or due to his sudden and forceful mesmerization, heâll never really know), and Charles hasnât noticed yet. Jakeâs hyper-aware of him, of the buzz of his voice, reduced to a low hum in his own ears now; to his left, Gina is slumped over, visibly bored with the conversation and thus completely invested in her phone.
Good, Jake thinks rather weakly. One less person to notice.
The woman across the street appears to be scrubbing one of the front windows meticulously, and in some distant part of Jakeâs mind he recalls the business that previously occupied that very stoop - a tattoo parlor with a penchant for filling the windows with bumper stickers. The woman keeps having to toss handfuls of long, glossy black hair over her shoulder; as he watches, she finally appears to get sick of it all and ties it all back in a messy bun down near the nape of her neck, and the wisps of hair she misses curl lazily against the long column of her neck.
She is completely and utterly breathtakingly beautiful, and he hasnât even gotten more than a glimpse at her profile.
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