| The Crocus book hive had to be one of the few bookstores that was diverse in genres, presenting a wide range of categories that Bianca just could not get enough of. Every single day, she would come alone to immerse herself in the stories that each novel told her. It was yet another calm day in the capital, the very dramatic sky packed with dark cottony clouds, hovering seemingly just above their heads while Bianca was immersed in a cleverly-written thriller in a quiet nook of the cavernous establishment. The adventure was nearing its conclusion, but it was not the absolute end! It had a sequel, one that had already been published according to the information at the back of the book. Rising to her feet as she dusted her skirt with a free hand, the pinkette began to attempt walking with numb legs. “Oh god,” she muttered in utter dismay as each step she took sent a thousand needles along her insensitive limbs. The store was too vast for her to search the sequel herself. Bianca needed help from the salesgirl (who, at first glance, looked like she wanted to commit suicide), who sat behind the counter with her head down, large, thick-rimmed glasses resting on top of her crown. She seemed to be in a deep sleep, which was interrupted by a soft, shaky voice. “Hello, I need the sequel to this book,” said the voice.
The voice seemed to have alarmed the female, causing her to sit bolt upright in her swivel chair as she mumbled some (curse) words that entered Bianca’s ears quite bitterly. Adjusting her gigantic spectacles on the bridge of her nose, she squinted her tiny eyes at the girl who stood, bewildered by the situation. “What is it again?” asked the distraught salesgirl in a grumpy tone. Bianca found this funny, but covered her laugh in a polite cough. She had been bothering her one too many times.
“Can I have the sequel to this, please?” she asked sweetly, handing the book she had just read over the counter. It fell into the salesgirl’s hands, the thick, heavy book, and with a nod of her head, she placed it next to the desktop in front of her and began typing furiously, but in a few seconds, she presented the result to Bianca, reading the shelf and row number out loud as well as writing it on a small piece of paper. Nodding eagerly, she rushed towards said shelf, passing the entrance on her way. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on that book . . . bump. The little sheet of paper flew out of her grasp and landed at the feet of a warmly dressed female who looked confusingly beautiful. The first thing that Bianca’s wide (with shock) baby-blue optics were laid on were her . . . enormous breasts. Cheeks warming up as a deep pink colored them now, Bianca dropped down to the carpeted floor to pick up the note and rose back to her feet, very quickly, as if she had been practising this action her entire life. “I’m so sorry,” she said with her eyes cast down since she could feel her face only getting redder.
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