he'd gotten away. slipped beneath the noses of not only his band mates but the groupies who clung to his pants leg. safety could be found in the softly light bookstore, the glass windows displaying various authors and new sellers; the groupies wouldn't look for him here. he's silent as he eases through the bookshelves and their contents, blue eyes scanning each spine with a curious interest. slowly he migrates toward the mystery section, plucking different novels from their homes to read the backs. from where he stands he can see the front counter, the redhead behind it catching his attention. easing his way to the opening of the aisle he can hear the front door swing open and the bell above it jingle, and his body freezes.
' excuse me ma'am have you seen a man about this tall wearing a leather jacket? ' slowly stepping back into the aisle his gaze locks with hers, and he can feel his blue eyes widen. head shaking and practically pleading, he was hoping she'd have sympathy for him.
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