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Josie

My monthly meeting with Xander is today.

Last night, I dreamed that I was forcibly removed from my store along with my beloved customers, favorite authors, and hundreds of beautiful books, all of us chucked in the dumpster while Ryan watched, rubbing his hands together and cackling like a cartoon villain.

I’m terrified that it was a premonition, that Xander will tell me his good buddy Ryan is so far ahead, he’s going to call it right now and hire him.

My phone chimes, and I’m grateful to see a message from RJ.

RJ.Reads: Did you finish 11/22/63?

BookshopGirl: Yes…

RJ.Reads: And…(he says, nervously holding his breath).

BookshopGirl: I loved it. I’m still thinking about that ending—glad he didn’t cop out and give us an unrealistically happy conclusion. It was SO satisfying. And who knew Stephen King could write such a compelling love story? Thanks for the recommendation.

RJ.Reads: I RECOMMENDED A BOOK TO BOOKSHOPGIRL AND SHE LIKED IT! I feel like I won a gold medal at the Olympics!

A customer walks up and I trade my goofy grin for a professional smile. Chatting with RJ feels almost like reading a good book, the kind you can’t wait to get back to—but even better because we’re writing it together as we go. There’s no pressure, no awkward pauses; I can take my time with my replies and savor every word of his. We’re characters in a story of our own making, with no real-world complications to muddy the waters. It’s comfortable and exciting all at once—and unlike anything I’ve felt in my life. When I’m finished ringing up my customer, I send him another message.