Faith and Rick stood silent for a few moments, maintaining eye contact, watching and being watched, completely baffled by the idea of each other. Rick cleared his throat again, and that seemed to break the spell.
“I’ve got spy thrillers and murder mysteries over here, by author,” he managed, gesturing to the right. “Next sections down the right side are sci-fi, romance, and the other fictional genres. Left side is all the nonfiction, biographies, and so on.”
Faith chuckled. “Makes perfect sense to me. Our creative selves are right-brain driven so this layout is spot on.”
Now it was Rick’s turn to be momentarily dumbstruck. He gaped, blinking.
“That is exactly why I set the store up this way; you’re the first person to notice.”
The moment was broken by the telephone at the front regist
