Chapters

You bump into each other at the bookstore. You feel as if you should be awkward, uncomfortable, but really you just don't have anything to say. So instead of hums and haws, instead of stumbling conversation where neither one of you lets the other finish a sentence, the both of you just hold each other's gaze a little longer than anyone else would be comfortable with and go back to browsing the titles.

When you leave, you have two books you've read before but didn't own, three books you've been hunting for, and a numb place in your chest that doesn't even hurt.