Rinn couldn’t believe it. That all of this could be gone soon.

She didn’t want to believe it.

Don’t just tell me a problem, give me solutions. That’s what Papa was always saying. And that’s what Rinn had inevitably learned to do.

That’s why she’d started her books account. She wanted to encourage reading. She wanted to take photos of what she was reading and share them with others. She wanted to celebrate books. She even had built a reading counter onto her website that people could add their books to.

And this was the wild part: she’d gotten nearly ten thousand people to pick up a new book.

She hadn’t cried when she saw the abysmal statistics online about how little Americans read, and she wasn’t going to cry now. She was going to make a plan, and she was going to help.

Rinn Olivera was not going to let Wild Nights Bookstore go under.

She believed deep in her soul if she could get ten thousand people to read a new book, then she could definitely get a few hundred more to come into the store and buy one.

Rinn could do it—she could help. She just needed to be given the opportunity.

No, she needed to find a way to make the opportunity. That’s what Papa would say. That she would have to make her own opportunities in this world. Nobody would hand her anything.

Rinn looked around her. Nobody else was around.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket.

What was the point of having all these followers if she didn’t reach out to them to help an actual struggling independent bookstore?

Rinn didn’t dare get out her selfie stick, in case Jo came into work soon. It was way easier to stash a phone than one attached to a long, telescopic arm. Rinn had already figured that one out the hard way. Her phone had been immediately confiscated, and she’d been given a lecture on the “no photography, no phones” policy at Wild Nights.

All the employees here had their phones taken at some point. Well, except for Daniella. She had managed to escape detection so far. Rinn still hadn’t figured out how Daniella had gotten away with it.

Rinn moved away from the cash register. She unpinned her name tag. When she filmed, she didn’t want to look like one of the store’s employees. She might be open about herself and her reading habits on the internet, but she wasn’t totally reckless with her personal life, either.

Rinn hesitated for a moment.

If she did save Wild Nights this way, she might have to quit her job here. If people started showing up to the store because of her posts. If people started tagging her every time they came in. She’d be always looking over her shoulder when she got into work.