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- Oct 31, 2010
The nametag said Nicole, but she rather be called Nikki. Only a select few knew enough about her to go that far. Unfortunately, they were no longer part of her life. Nikki had few friends and those she once called lovers were now a thing of the past. She lived by herself, no pets, no other lovers, just her, in a one bedroom apartment right down the road from the bookstore which was located in the downtown district. She could literally walk to her job, and she did every day. There was no need to take a car where she worked, besides, there was hardly any parking save for the street and she didn't want to deal with that nonsense. Even though Nikki was lonely, she would say that she was satisfied with her life. Her job, working at the bookstore, kept her pretty busy.
Working at the bookstore also had another advantage, other than her living close by, and that was being surrounded by books. The bookstore she worked at wasn't part of a chain, in fact it was locally owned, so the selection was somewhat different than what could be found at a Barnes and Noble. Every day during her lunch, she would select a book and start reading at the cover. The lucky books would remain in her possession until she reached the backside, the unlucky ones would end up back on the shelf. It was here, Nikki felt alive. It was here, she could get lost in a world very different than the one she knew. One of her pass times back at the apartment was writing reviews of the books she finished. If it was good enough for her to read, then it was her duty to make sure that other people knew of the wonders contained within its pages.
It was on this day, with clouds high above in the sky and a cold dreary weather approaching that Nikki found herself working at the bookstore. If being able to read books on her downtime was a bonus to her job, then having to deal with people was a negative. It's not that she was a bad or socially awkward person. She could spend hours talking to the right person about the right kind of book. In fact, she could even match a person up with the right kind of book they were in the mood for. It just so happened to be that people never looked at her twice or wanted her advice, so she just kept to herself and did her job. She was forced to put on a smile as she handed the older gentleman his books just as he turned away and left through the door allowing a cold breeze through. At least the red plaid flannel shirt she was wearing kept her relatively warm and the black jeans that hugged her bottom kept the cold away. Over her clothes she wore a dark green apron with her nametag on it.
As the door closed behind the elder gentleman, she looked up to see who was next in line.
Working at the bookstore also had another advantage, other than her living close by, and that was being surrounded by books. The bookstore she worked at wasn't part of a chain, in fact it was locally owned, so the selection was somewhat different than what could be found at a Barnes and Noble. Every day during her lunch, she would select a book and start reading at the cover. The lucky books would remain in her possession until she reached the backside, the unlucky ones would end up back on the shelf. It was here, Nikki felt alive. It was here, she could get lost in a world very different than the one she knew. One of her pass times back at the apartment was writing reviews of the books she finished. If it was good enough for her to read, then it was her duty to make sure that other people knew of the wonders contained within its pages.
It was on this day, with clouds high above in the sky and a cold dreary weather approaching that Nikki found herself working at the bookstore. If being able to read books on her downtime was a bonus to her job, then having to deal with people was a negative. It's not that she was a bad or socially awkward person. She could spend hours talking to the right person about the right kind of book. In fact, she could even match a person up with the right kind of book they were in the mood for. It just so happened to be that people never looked at her twice or wanted her advice, so she just kept to herself and did her job. She was forced to put on a smile as she handed the older gentleman his books just as he turned away and left through the door allowing a cold breeze through. At least the red plaid flannel shirt she was wearing kept her relatively warm and the black jeans that hugged her bottom kept the cold away. Over her clothes she wore a dark green apron with her nametag on it.
As the door closed behind the elder gentleman, she looked up to see who was next in line.