The bell jingled loudly and happily as Adam walked through the door, immediately the cold disappeared and the warmth of the bookstore cuddled every part of his body. He turned around as he saw the first flakes of snow floating down towards the ground outside and he smiled happily as he rubbed his hands together and walked to the heater that sat comfortably in the middle of two chairs and a coffee table. Looking around the bookstore Adam could tell that it was probably more than thirty years old, the wooden floors were scratched, the musky smell of old books hung in the air and the pictures hanging on the sides of the bookshelves were covered in dust. However, he was amazed at the wall in front of him; pages of pages of poetry by Pound, Wilde, Shakespeare, Neruda, Cumming, Hemmingway, Dickenson, Poe, Frost, Yeats, Plath, Wordsworth and a heap of other obscure poets pasted on the wall. It was beautiful in a strange sort of neurotic kind of way; he smiled as he remembered high school where he took an unhealthy obsession with poets when he wanted to have sex with a chick. Of course, she was never really into poets but rather used large poetry books to hide the fact she was looking at porn magazines.
“Umm, excuse me, are you ok?” A girls voice asked him, quickly turning around Adam saw a woman standing behind the wooden counter. She was pretty, with long wavy red hair, a doll like face and she was holding a large cup of coffee which he could smell as it wafted through the air.
“Uh, yeah, I think so, I just… it was raining and my jacket is in my suitcase and I couldn’t be bothered taking it out… plus I was cold. I mean, I can go if you want” Adam rambled, he pointed outside but realised that now the whole street was covered in snow, it was beautiful but it meant that if he left now he could probably freeze to death. It would help if he had a bottle of vodka at least to keep him warm.
“No, it’s way too cold out there… are you going away somewhere?” She asked him, pointing at the three suitcases that were strewn across the floor haphazardly. Noticing the mess Adam quickly tidied up the suitcases and put them up against the wall, smiling awkwardly at her as he did so.
“Yeah, I guess. I have no idea where I’m going but, anywhere has got to be better than here.” Adam told her, sitting down and running his fingers through his wet hair. It was strange, even though he was sitting right next to a heater he still shivered as if he were outside in the snow; his stomach churned with butterflies as if he had walked into a play and forgot the lines. Living somewhere, going somewhere, somehow he forgot to take that into account. He only had ten pounds to actually move somewhere.
“Well, it looks like you won’t be going anywhere with weather like that.” The girl explained as she looked outside the large windows that covered the first part of the wall, she stared at the snow wistfully, smiling happily as she drank the coffee that was probably going warm.
“Do you work here?” Adam asked, he looked around for either and old man or an old woman stacking books, whatever, someone old who looks like they actually owned the place.
“Yeah, my parents own this shop, but I'm running it now, trying to not let it sink under.” The girl told him as she continued to stare out the window, Adam could see the sadness shadow over her face, but as she turned it around the sadness melted away instantly.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Adam whispered awkwardly, he was hardly prepared for her to tell him something like that, but then again he was grateful she was nice and not kicking him out.
“So, what’s your name?” She asked him as she placed the coffee mug on the wooden table and sat down on the red sofa chair next to him. The girl was a little big, normal, not stick thin like the models he dated before.
“Adam Donahue.” Adam lied, something in the back of his mind screamed at him to never tell this girl that he was Adam Bright, he was unpopular right now and she probably knew about him somehow. Anyway, Donahue was his mother’s maiden name, so he was sort of telling the truth.
“Cool, I'm Jazmyne Rosenberg.” Jazmyne whispered to him as if they were both in a library, it was strange but Adam was polite enough not to ask her about it.