Status: Rules of Attraction; There are none.
Rules of Attraction.
Chapter one.
Outfit.
“Good morning!” I smiled widely at the man behind the till as I walked into the small bookshop I had been meaning to visit for quite a while now.
The man seemed pretty taken aback by my cheerful greeting but still smiled back hesitantly. “Erm, hello.”
He was obviously confused as to why I was so happy on a Monday morning, when it was pouring with rain outside.
I wasn’t fazed by his reaction; In fact I was quite used to it. Most people find me quite strange sometimes; but I honestly don’t care. I liked to be happy.
“Just let me know if you need anything.” The man spoke again as I walked towards a bookcase.
“Thank you.”
I couldn’t help but admire the look of this bookshop every time I walked past it on my way to work. It reminded me of the sort you would find In Paris, with an old looking interior, filled to the brim with as many kinds of books as you could imagine.
As soon as i walked through the door, the bell above it signalling my presence, I instantly felt comfortable.
There was a small, steel spiral staircase in the corner of the shop floor that lead to what looked like a balcony which was looking over the bottom floor.
Scattered around the walls were pictures of famous writers and poets, the light in the shop was quite dim and I couldn’t help but smile as I took everything in, wondering; how is it that this shop was hardly ever entered?
I had soon busied myself in finding books, and it wasn’t long before my arms were full of many I couldn’t wait to buy so I could go home and read them.
I began to walk towards the counter, making sure I didn’t trip over my own feet, because at the moment; I couldn’t see them due to the fact my arms were full.
I was a very petite girl, quite short for my age and people are often shocked by how spontaneous I was. I am frequently treated as if I were made of porcelain.
I was almost at the counter and was in the middle of silently applauding myself for not injuring myself when I was suddenly bumped into, sending me to the floor; causing all of the books I was holding to fly everywhere.
I heard the other person let out a sound annoyance as I tried to ignore the pain in my shoulder and concentrated on standing up.
“I am so, so sorry. I am so clumsy, I should have been looking where I was going…“
I didn’t know why I was apologizing to this person when I was the one that got knocked over. If they had seen someone carrying as many objects as I was, surely they would have steered clear. I guess I was too polite for my own good…
My rambling was cut short when the stranger spoke, making me look at them.
“Maybe you should start looking where you are going, then things like this wouldn’t happen.”
Looking at this person, I was shocked to two reasons.
Firstly, because the person standing in front of me was Paul McCartney, ¼ of the Beatles.
And secondly, because I couldn’t quite believe his insolent attitude.
“You don’t have to be so rude.” I said quietly as I crouched down to pick up my books.
He simply stood over me and continued to glare. “I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t such a Klutz.”
Feeling my temper flare considerably, I stood up and looked him in the eye. I noticed his angry facial expression descent slightly, before he crossed his arms it returning again.
What was his problem?
“Ok. I already said I was sorry. I understand that you may be having a bad day or whatever, but if you would kindly not take your anger out on other people, I and many others; would highly appreciate it.” I spoke calmly, before picking up the rest of my books, paying for them and exiting the store with a goodbye to the shopkeeper.
“Good morning!” I smiled widely at the man behind the till as I walked into the small bookshop I had been meaning to visit for quite a while now.
The man seemed pretty taken aback by my cheerful greeting but still smiled back hesitantly. “Erm, hello.”
He was obviously confused as to why I was so happy on a Monday morning, when it was pouring with rain outside.
I wasn’t fazed by his reaction; In fact I was quite used to it. Most people find me quite strange sometimes; but I honestly don’t care. I liked to be happy.
“Just let me know if you need anything.” The man spoke again as I walked towards a bookcase.
“Thank you.”
I couldn’t help but admire the look of this bookshop every time I walked past it on my way to work. It reminded me of the sort you would find In Paris, with an old looking interior, filled to the brim with as many kinds of books as you could imagine.
As soon as i walked through the door, the bell above it signalling my presence, I instantly felt comfortable.
There was a small, steel spiral staircase in the corner of the shop floor that lead to what looked like a balcony which was looking over the bottom floor.
Scattered around the walls were pictures of famous writers and poets, the light in the shop was quite dim and I couldn’t help but smile as I took everything in, wondering; how is it that this shop was hardly ever entered?
I had soon busied myself in finding books, and it wasn’t long before my arms were full of many I couldn’t wait to buy so I could go home and read them.
I began to walk towards the counter, making sure I didn’t trip over my own feet, because at the moment; I couldn’t see them due to the fact my arms were full.
I was a very petite girl, quite short for my age and people are often shocked by how spontaneous I was. I am frequently treated as if I were made of porcelain.
I was almost at the counter and was in the middle of silently applauding myself for not injuring myself when I was suddenly bumped into, sending me to the floor; causing all of the books I was holding to fly everywhere.
I heard the other person let out a sound annoyance as I tried to ignore the pain in my shoulder and concentrated on standing up.
“I am so, so sorry. I am so clumsy, I should have been looking where I was going…“
I didn’t know why I was apologizing to this person when I was the one that got knocked over. If they had seen someone carrying as many objects as I was, surely they would have steered clear. I guess I was too polite for my own good…
My rambling was cut short when the stranger spoke, making me look at them.
“Maybe you should start looking where you are going, then things like this wouldn’t happen.”
Looking at this person, I was shocked to two reasons.
Firstly, because the person standing in front of me was Paul McCartney, ¼ of the Beatles.
And secondly, because I couldn’t quite believe his insolent attitude.
“You don’t have to be so rude.” I said quietly as I crouched down to pick up my books.
He simply stood over me and continued to glare. “I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t such a Klutz.”
Feeling my temper flare considerably, I stood up and looked him in the eye. I noticed his angry facial expression descent slightly, before he crossed his arms it returning again.
What was his problem?
“Ok. I already said I was sorry. I understand that you may be having a bad day or whatever, but if you would kindly not take your anger out on other people, I and many others; would highly appreciate it.” I spoke calmly, before picking up the rest of my books, paying for them and exiting the store with a goodbye to the shopkeeper.