“Looks like you found what you were looking for.”
He gave a sheepish grin. “Could be,” he said, dropping his books on the front counter.
It was Friday evening and not very busy. We stay open later on Friday nights, ‘til 8:30 or 9. On this particular Friday, there were only 2 or 3 customers, beside us, in the shop.
“Can I ask a favor of you?” He had leaned over the counter and dropped his voice. No one was going to overhear us. Still, he wanted to be sure that this conversation stayed between us.
“Well, of course.”
I leaned over the counter too. It gave the impression that we were being conspiratorial; really I was just trying to hear him better.
“I just moved to town about a month ago, and I don’t really know anyone in York.”
I nodded, knowingly.
“There’s a girl in here that I find very attractive. When she comes up to the counter with her books, would you give her a note from me?”
I straightened up and looked at him over the top of my glasses, in silence, for a second. He seemed to be mid-20s; clean cut. More importantly, he had brought Arthur Conan Doyle up to the counter…a sure mark of someone with potential.
“Um, I’m not quite sure who you mean.”
“She’s the one with the long, dark hair and the white blouse.”
I knew who he meant. This guy had good taste.
“Well, you can leave her a note yourself, sir. This stack of books here is her pile.”
I handed him a note pad and a pen and stepped away, finding something to keep myself busy. When he was done, he read the note over and nodded to himself and slipped it into the stack. He let out a long, slow breath and settled up. I wished him luck as he was walking out the door. He didn’t look back.
I confess that I snuck a quick look. It suggested that if she was comfortable, she should text him. He left a name and a number.
About 10 or 15 minutes later, she came up to the counter and I noticed that there was no ring on her finger. So I told her that she had an admirer and he had left a note for her.
She smiled. “Really?”
She read the note and, still smiling, folded it and put it in her purse. I noticed that her eyebrows gave a little bounce. She then paid me for her books and walked out into the night.
I really wonder what happened next.