Reading glasses were pushed back onto the bridge of his nose as Pascal ran down the street and into the bookstore. Huffing for air, he wandered the aisles, trying to find the book he needed. Hands trailed along the bookshelf until he bumped hands with another, with thinner and much more...feminine fingers. He looked down at the person before him, realizing that the book they were looking for...happened to be the same.
"I'm sorry, did you need this?"
Pascal, read the title before offering.












