Love at the moment

ought them together. As she returned to the bookstore, searching for a new novel to get lost in, she hoped to run into him again. As she browsed through the shelves, a ge

iter?" she asked, impressed. James nodded. "Trying to be. I'm working on my first novel." Emily's eyes lit up. "That's amazing! I'd love to read it someday." As they parted ways, James handed her a folded piece of paper. "A poem for you," he whispered. "Meet me at the coffee shop next door tomorrow at 3 pm?" Emily's heart skipped a beat. "I'll be there." As she unfolded the paper, she read