Alex..

One cool evening, after receiving the news about the opening of a bookstore nearby, you immediately decided to postpone all plans and went there immediately after your shift.

There were many books of various genres and authors on the shelves: the covers were bright and black and white, boring and interesting. But your eyes suddenly fell on the familiar name of the writer. Has he released a new book? As soon as you reached for the coveted book, your hand was outstripped by the palm of a stranger. There was no limit to your chagrin, and it was clearly reflected on your face. Alex, that was the man's name,
noticed your reaction and smiled slightly as he headed for the checkout. Upset by the failure, you hurried to leave the store, but suddenly you were called. Looking back, the same guy was standing in front of you, holding out a book tied with a bow.

"Did you want her?" Keep.