What happens when you’re reading the perfect book you’ve been craving for but your crush happens to stare at you? What if he asks you to read it with him? Or if he leans forward to show you his favorite part in the story? Will you be able to breathe? Focus? Or would you throw that book into the air (not even caring if it’s a best-seller) and lean forward for a kiss? ForewordI met him at the bookstore.But of course, we hadn’t really met in person, not the kind of meeting where we exchanged hellos or shake our hands.Every afternoon, or if I ever have time, I go there. I love collecting all sorts of novels, romance, mystery, horror or fantasy. I love books and I want to live with them, dive into a pool of them, or throw them in the air like a confetti (which is a bad idea considering the number of hits you’ll get, ouch!)This isn’t the first time I saw him though. He was always there and I was even beginning to think he lived there. It was the first time I met a guy who probably thinks of marrying a book, living with them or… Ha-ha, for a second there I imagined him and me both diving into a pool of books. Oh yes, I have a bad imagination and I don’t think people will be amused if they happen to read a book I wrote.The last time I saw him was a Friday. It was already in the evening but it seemed like he didn’t mind about the time. He was in his school uniform, OUR school uniform. I wasn’t even wearing mine since I went home to get changed. He had his huge backpack with a white stuffed tiger hanging like a keychain on the zip of his bag. His hair, a shade of dark blonde, bangs casting perfectly above his eyes. But all I’ve ever seen was the side of his face and his perfect nose.It was at my favorite bookstore where everything happened. Exactly 35 seconds later, when I was trying to reach a book, tip-toeing and looking all mighty like “hey, I’m tall enough to reach this.” But then BAM! I fell, I hit him, and we tumbled on the ground with him hitting his back and me falling on top of him. And don’t think I landed without a scratch because I have books falling on me.But that moment where I (embarrassingly) attempted to lift my head up, I was face-to-face with the most gorgeous-looking guy on the country.And guess what? It only took one more book to hit me and push my head back, landing on his perfect face.What happened? Oh my God, I don’t even wanna know.