Anna
The omlet drizzles on the pan, and the toasted sandwishes are set on the plate. I slide the spatula below the flat egg and turn it over. 
Ding dong!
The doorbell rings, and a smile sweeps across my face as I trot to the door as I k ow who the visitor is, Dylan, my friend. He passes me hus gifantic grin and waves when the doir opens and that's when my phone alarm rang.
Oh my god, I forgot about it?
I quickly erysh to my oon, grabbing mmy wallet I run back to the doorway. Dylan watches me, his brows curked and lips slughtly apart.
"Hey," I chuckle as i put on my shoes."The omlet os on stove, just turn it off for me and—" I step pmput walking pass him, "Wait for me, don't eat until I come." I pull the door close and wait impatiently for the elevator.  I really wish this apartment has a staircase now in case of emergency.  Yes, this is now an emergency. 
The latest version of the book i love is on limited stock in pne bookstore. I read the notice in the banner outside the store and I planned to go there early but I completely forgot about it. How could I forget it? I've been saving a trivial amount aside to buy the book from the daily expenses. 
Swiftly, I pace out and I stop a taxi in my way and till we reach there, I was impatient.  I need the book! I just need it!
My fi gers run through my hair and that's when I realosed my hair isn't tied up. I click my tongue as I look down at myself, a pink oversized sweater and legging. And what's worst is, I forgot ny spectacles as well. I ignore all and get ofc tbe car, paying the driver I hurry inside tje bookstore my feet comes to a halt at theentrance. There is no one, except the store owner. Am I late? Maybe the copies are over! I Let out an internal sign and I walk towards the bookshelf. 
This bookstore, is one of the largest bookstore in the city,  and the setting is almlst like a library, the sheleves are attached to the floor in a row and there are books stacked on the table by the end of every shelf. 
I trace my fingers over the spine of thw books as I walk in a slow pace, my eyes swuint as I red every title moving my head closer to have a clearer view, why on earth did forget my glasses? My eyesight isn't too bad, it's normal and most of the time I would manage without it but in a bookstore, to read the words of the book which are beyond my reach will never help. I stop at the end of the shelf, and ny finger caressing on the spine of the particular paperback. My spirits dance at the sight of the book, here it is, and there is only one left. The ambitious bookaholicc in me eagerly holds the book and pulls.
What? No, this should be my illusion, and there should be no one on the other side pulling the book.
Stepping closer to the shelf. I pull the book harder, "Come on!" I breathe out as I mange to take a hold of the front cover by pushing mu finger between the pages on top. The book is now open, my hand wrapped around the feont and a few pages, and the person on the other has the other half in her control.
My current enemy, the person who I'm pretty is a woman, is actually stronger than me.
I plaster a fake smile like we were able to see each other, "Excuse me," I call out, of course, making my voice sound sweet so that that person wouldn't resist me. No reply. Is she dead or dumb? "The shelf qould fall over!" I warn gritting my teeth.
"Then, let go." Came the deep voice from the other side. There not even a single chance that this voice would belong to a woman, it was deep and dry. Absolutely,  there is no woman stronger than me. Huh, let go! That will never happen. I've been craving for this book all day.
I ognore his request which sounded like a commande and bute my lower, holding in my breath I grip the book with both my hands. I pull it giving half od my strength to not rip the book off.
"The book will be in two." I say with gritted teeth.
"Then leave it!" He says. The way sounded just gave me an image of his expression, I'm sure he would shrugged with raised brows like I’ve made an unreasonable statement. 
"Why don't you ket go?"
"I can't,  because I need it."
"I need it too." I growl giving al strength, I pull the book.
My feet wibbles back and my eyes wodens in horror, my body freezed when I heard the wooden furniture and books losing gravity.  I knew what it was even if I didn't take a look at it, the normal sized shelf behind is no longer standing. Isn't It that drilled to thw ground. It fell and one part in me, thanked god that it was a regurl sized shelf behind instead of the one in front, that was a huge one and it's an apreciated lead to drill the large shelves to floor, meanwhile it would have either fallen on me or him.
Despite the fact, I've hit the the shelf behind and made a mess, I wondered whther he wibbled back and dropped something as well, but heard nothing except the noise behind me. 
Wait! What?
I gaze down at hands, and my heart literally breaks into pieces. The book, it is ripped. The book is ripped. It's torn. I don't how many times ny mental voice repeated the news to remeber myself that I got wait for a month or two to get another copy. Pr should I just buy it online ognoring thw hugh shipping cost. No, no, how can I afford it? I should save a sum from my follwing month's salary.
My mouth, which had opened wothout my realosatuon, closed when I saw a tall figure. I couldn't take a clear look at his face because he had a cap on him, even if he hadn't I wouldn't have taken a clear i age of his face at once without my glasses. I fix my gaze to his face, my chin held high in the air, making me feel short. Come on, I'm 5'1, isn't that normal height? Urgh!
He hides his hands into his faded blue overcoat, walking towards me. The more he got closer was when I could actually see him clearly. The perfect jawline, the sharp nose, thin lips and the height. There is no other appearance that would fit more to his voice. 
He stops a lottle away from me and takes a lmglamce at the mess I've occured.
"What did you do?" He asks, his voice low, lile how someome would whisper when foretelling a horror story.
"Me?" I ask, baffled, pointing at myself with raised brows. "What did I do?" I ask.
He arches a brow and sighs as he ralexes his subtly hunched shoulders. He gazes behind me and back down at me. His look, it was challenging like he just staed a fact and  told it was myth. He held gaze which had that auro, like he is right, always right. 
I roll my eyes amd ceoss my hands. "It wouldn’t have happened if you had let go earlier." I scoff.
He arches a brow again, amusingly this time. Now, this man is getting on my mervois. Why doesn't he feali g speak instead of staring down at me with thise dark pair of eyes. I compete back, glaring up at him but he had this look of bwing sarcastic, I guess. 
"Um, sir..." the dry voice shifts pur attention. We turn to our left to the apeaker and it waa none other than the shop owner. "And miss, the book." He poi ts at our hands and we gaze down at and back at him. "You'll meed to pay for it." He says. Could anyone sound polite like him in this situation? It was like a simoft warning,  a warning which cannot be declined. "And—" he takes a moment to watch the fallen books. "The other person on work is on leave today and that mess, I'm old to clean it." He exhales.
Huh! Ny inner voice scowls. That was indees a pleasant way to tell is to clean the mess.
"She will." The deep answers. 
I look up at him and then at the old man. "We will." I say.
"She was the one who fell on it." My enemy announces, I didn't look at him but I knew who was pointing at me. How could that dep calm voice,complain?
"It wouldn’t have happened if you had letmft the book." I snap, still not looking at him. Could I sah that,m actually I don't like the fact that I have to look up at him, the word up is significant. 
"Leaving a woman to clean a mess which you wete a part of it, is that so ething a gentleman would do?" I look up now, passing a challenging glare. He studies me for a moment and nods heavily. A low grunt leaves his lips as he walks past me and lifts the shelf.
I glance at the piled books and my gaze shifts to the person seated on the ground a little away oppsoite to me. My imner self lets out a loud exaggerated sigh looking at thr half book by his amside and then mine. I gotta pay for it. Is it okay if I ask for that half, O can read it somehow but after talking soo much, how can I ask him? That will ruin my ego!
After almost half an hour we are finally done. I'm pretty Dylan would be worried and the fact that left the phone nack at home, qould apice him up. If get a little nore late he would drive here and nag for bwing reckless. I dust my hands and tuck my messy haif behind my ears, I was in such a hurry tbat i forgot to rven tie my hair. A loud weary dramatic sigh left my lips as I squat to pick my part of book.
"Jerk," I curse under breath.
Should I had asked him for the other half? No, no, Anna, hold into your self dignity!
I stand, and my feet automatically step back. This annoying human has not left yet. He takes a step forward towards me and my lips part when he ascends again. It's a relief to see a decent distance between us but still, his eyes, damn, why is he staring at me that way? Like he is studying, in a way of examining a criminal's fsatures to indentify the culprit. Only now, I was able to somewhat follow his features, the dark eyes shaded below the cap's visor, the thick brows amd the perfect jawline is somethingI began to admire. When? Now? Just now? How can tbis jerk be good-looking? I wonder hoe would look without the cap, his hairstyle, and his hair colour. And I wonder what colour those orbs in close.
Oh God, what's wrong with me? He is staring at me in a way that he would kidnap for fun. Wait, no, this is not supposed to be. Did he hear me cursing him? Did I just say the word jerk out loud. 
"The jerk," he arches a brows amusingly,the dark eyes never leaving me, and I stay still looking up at him. Will it be a joke if I say my neck hurts? 
I lick my lips and clear tbroat as I look away, lole i didn't hear him. His tall figure was almost towering overme even of were not so close. This person is just tall, it doesn't I'm short. He is unusually tall. 
"Who is it?" He asks.
I cross my arms and look up at him plastering a tight smile. "The person in this bookstore except for myself and the owner." I sneer. "You're just a lousy tall jerk who tore the book."
Those word slipped out of tongue. I'm at fault at tearing book as well but anyways, I'm gonna blame him. Let me the villainous. Ha!
"Oh," he blurts and without any other actions, he just walks away.
What? Did he just leave?