Yesterday I had a book put on hold at a local store. I went in to pick it up and the adorable shop boy behind the counter was flirting with me. Flirting! With me! He was probably about 24 but had liquid brown eyes and we had a good banter. I was enjoying myself, pushing aside the overwhelming grief for a moment and flirted back. That is until he found the book.
That's when his expression went from flirtatious to completed closed off. He said 'oh' and handed the book over and turned back to his computer without another word.
Why you ask? Because the book I was picking up is titled: The Journey from Abandonment to Healing. Sexy, huh?
My life is a bad sitcom.