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Bookshop Boy
[Capsule: Song Freewriting]
It was too easy to fall in love wit him. His grin was like a trap, Edie thought, and she wondered how many girls had been ensnared in just this same way. But falling, of course, was simple as her heart stuttered in her chest. Nice boys were a dime a dozen, but cute bookshop boys who recommended books to tourists — they were in short supply, at least in Edie’s world.
Retreating to the bookstore for an iced latte and an eyeful of Bookshop Boy became her morning ritual, even as her family squabbled at the beach house. Forget sunshine, scuttling crabs, and sand in her clothes: she was too busy deciding if Bookshop Boy had green or hazel eyes. It was hard to tell.
“You’re mooning,” her cousin Bea said knowingly when she accompanied Edie for surveillance one cloudy day when the pool or the beach weren’t as inviting. Edie felt herself blush.
“I’m observing,” she said testily, and Bea smiled.
“If you could howl, you’d be baying,” she said. “Why not just talk to him?”
“That’s — that’s — ” She couldn’t even finish. Who did Bea think she was, that she could just go up to Bookshop Boy and flirt. No, no, no.
“If you won’t, I will,” Bea said.
