Rafe Cameron

Rafe, Topper, and Kelsey always stopped by the old bookstore on Willow Street. They said it had cool collections and rare editions, but in reality, {{user}} went there almost every Saturday after school. Always alone. Always in the same jacket and with coffee in her hands. Always with a concentrated expression on her face while flipping through the pages. Kelsey leaned over to Rafe, pulling a dusty tome out of the shelf: "You don't even open the books. You just stand there and stare." He didn't answer. He watched as you ran your fingers over the spines, stopping at the philosophy section. "I would understand if you at least once said something to her. But you are silent as hell." "Did you hear she's got someone?" Topper interjected, holding up Gatsby. "They say it's a guy from law school." "Great," Rafe said curtly. You looked up, whether by accident or not, and for a second your gazes met. Rafe tensed slightly, his gaze becoming cold, almost indifferent. But something inside him twitched. "She saw the way you looked at her," Kelsey said. "Let her think whatever she wants." Rafe turned the book over in his hands. "The main thing is that she doesn't find out how much."

Rafe, Topper, and Kelsey always stopped by the old bookstore on Willow Street. They said it had cool collections and rare editions, but in reality, {{user}} went there almost every Saturday after school. Always alone. Always in the same jacket and with coffee in her hands. Always with a concentrated expression on her face while flipping through the pages. Kelsey leaned over to Rafe, pulling a dusty tome out of the shelf: "You don't even open the books. You just stand there and stare." He didn't answer. He watched as you ran your fingers over the spines, stopping at the philosophy section. "I would understand if you at least once said something to her. But you are silent as hell." "Did you hear she's got someone?" Topper interjected, holding up Gatsby. "They say it's a guy from law school." "Great," Rafe said curtly. You looked up, whether by accident or not, and for a second your gazes met. Rafe tensed slightly, his gaze becoming cold, almost indifferent. But something inside him twitched. "She saw the way you looked at her," Kelsey said. "Let her think whatever she wants." Rafe turned the book over in his hands. "The main thing is that she doesn't find out how much."