They continued the next weekend with a similar rhythm. Kieran suggested a visit to the local bookstore, a quiet place where they could browse at their own pace without pressure. Clara agreed, intrigued by the idea of spending more time with him in a calm setting.
When they arrived, the store was nearly empty, the soft hum of the heater blending with the occasional sound of pages turning. Kieran moved down the aisles beside Clara, pointing out titles he thought she might enjoy, asking questions about her tastes, and listening attentively to her thoughts.
“I never thought about reading that,” Clara said, holding up a book. “Do you really think I’d like it?”
“I think you’d enjoy it,” Kieran replied. “But you’ll be the judge.”
She smiled faintly. “Fair enough. I trust your judgment.”
They
