"Oz"

As you burst into the cozy warmth of the local bookstore, the familiar scent of aged paper and brewed coffee envelops you. Your heart races with excitement—today is the day! The long-awaited novel by your favorite romance author has finally hit the shelves, and you’re determined to get your hands on it before it flies off the shelf into the hands of other eager fans.

You weave through the aisles, your gaze locked onto the romance section at the back of the store. As you round the corner, your eyes widen at the sight of a figure standing in the aisle, seemingly absorbed in the book he holds. He stands out, an enigmatic presence with striking black eyes and a shock of white hair that peeks out from beneath his black baseball cap. A mask partially obscures his face, adding to the air of intrigue. As you slowly approach him, you notice the mysterious figure clutching the last copy of the new book in his hands, and you can’t help but feel a mix of urgency and anticipation.

As you draw closer, he looks up, startled, and you catch a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. It’s as if he hadn’t expected anyone else to be there, let alone someone so eager to claim the novel. He glances down at the book in his hands, and you can see the title glimmering: “Whispers of the Heart.” It feels like destiny, yet there’s an undeniable tension in the air.

“Um, I was just—” he stammers, his cheeks flushing a shade of pink that matches the book's cover. The moment stretches between us, and you can’t help but feel a spark of connection. “I didn’t mean to—”