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I think i like the title "The Day After". Not sure what i wrote this about honestly. Not proof read.

The day after, we had a long conversation. You spoke about how it would take you longer than me to move on. I had agreed it would take quite a while.

Each day I thought back to the moments we had. Those days I had talked to you for hours. Those days I had given you most if not all of me. I was so scared.

We laughed and thought back to times from long before. We cried and I had talked you out of many permanant solutions.

The day after, something changed. Eventually our talks dwindled into nothing and had been replaced of you talking about someone new.

We remained friends yet we were no longer friends. Those days of late conversations had turned into you with her and me alone. Those promises made had been forgotten by you and still i clung on.

Maybe you did remember. Maybe it made sense. Maybe it was easier for you to move on. But that time I was afraid of how you would react when I met someone new doesn't matter. Because you did.

The day after you moved on faster than you told me.

Auth note: It hasnt been proof read but I hope to finish this someday. Ive decided to post little short stories and poems i find in my files. Even if no one sees them its nice to have them out there in case I lose them someday.

Warnings: pure fluff nothing to worry about.

1,115 word count

'I still can't get you out of my mind, even though I'm probably long gone from yours.' She often thought.

Each day she noticed the faint smell of chamomile when he'd walk through the shop. She wasn't sure when she started to notice him, he was honestly very similar to all the other customers. But eventually, he was all she could think about. His smile, the way he stood, his fingers as they traced each item on the shelf. Sometimes she'd catch herself staring when his back was turned. It was really silly, the little crush she had.

"These two please." He says softly snapping her out of her daze. She looks down at the two books he slid across the counter. "Will that be all? I recently got some new books in i think you might like." He looks up at her, slightly confused but amused nonetheless that she knows what he would like. She trails off mid sentence when she sees his face change, cringing inwardly.

Maybe she shouldn't have said that. Has he noticed her watching him? But, he just smiles at her and she feels her stomach flutter.

"I have to get to work but save those books for me to check out next time" he chuckles while she bags his items.

By the time he leaves the store she let's out a breath she didn't know she was holding and collapses face down onto the counter. A co-worker walks by, glancing at her defeated self. "Are you ever going to have a real conversation with him?" She smiles softly. She shoots up, extremely flustered, and stutters, "I DO have real conversations with him." Sighing the co-worker puts down her things. "Normal buisness required sentences is not a conversation and you know that." She gives her co-worker a look before returning to her valiant task of doing nothing.

The day remains uneventful until it's near closing. Her co-worker Avery had already gone back home to their apartment and Lila starts clearing off the counter and picking things up throughout the shop before she can hear the door open and the bell jingle. A faint scent of chamomile reaches her nose and she turns around.

Standing at the door is the man. When she meets his eyes he smiles and opens his mouth to say something before another man comes stumbling in. The other man looks around somewhat surprised. "This is what you wanted to go see so bad Dean?" Dean. So that's what his name was. She let it marinate in her mind as the man continued. "I really don't get why it's so special but okay." He softly scoffs and Dean shoots him a dirty look. "I am so sorry." He says. "Adam thinks the place is wonderful." She chuckles and walks back over to her counter. "How can I help you?" She says with a faint smile. Dean looks as if he's struggling to find the words to say before walking towards the counter and asking "Could I check out those books you were saving for me?" "That's why you wanted to come here so bad?" Adam scoffs playfully raising an eyebrow. Dean looks fairly embarassed for a few seconds. "Sure," she turns around. "Lemme find them."

As she roots around the stacks of papers and books on a cabinet the boys glance around. Adam nudges him with his elbow with a knowing look and Dean, flustered, slaps him. They start fooling around and abruptly stop when she turns back around. Stopping and squinting at them, she slides the book over to Dean. "I got a few of these in the other day and I saw how you kind of liked books like these!" Dean simply smiles at her and pays for the book. He tries to turn and walk away but his friend pushes him back to the counter and steps back with a smile.

Stunned for a few seconds there is only silence between them. Adam coughs and under his breath says "Ask her." Hes hesitant but still tries to speak. "Honestly I've been coming here for a while because of you. It started with the books and then it was just you. I don't even need half the books I buy. Do you want to grab a coffee sometime Lila?"

Oh. He knows her name. That's very sweet of him. Wait. Was he asking her out? "Are you asking me out?" Lila practically stammers.

"Yeah.." Dean is so nervous he looks like he could pass out on the spot. So tense you could practically see him shaking. Quickly gathering herself she shoots him a smile. "I'd love to." Next to the door Lila can see Adam beam with excitement for his friend which only adds to her happiness. She never really thought he even knew her name much less would ask her out.

All those days recognizing him from outside the shop windows, offering book suggestions, staring at him from behind a shelf, they all were as special to him as they were to her. Eventually she noticed the little things about him the more often he came. And he did too. He honestly loved the way she'd light up when he asked a question, or the way she smiled when she spoke to children. He enjoyed the little things about her and wanted to get to know more. When he'd hang out with his friend he'd tell Adam about a girl he saw sometimes. He spoke about her with such gentleness, Adam pushed him to ask her out.

He finally smiles. "Your break time tomorrow maybe?" She nods and slides her phone across the counter for him to enter his number. By the time they both leave it's late at night and Lila is still cleaning up. Kids often make a mess, which she didn't mind, but it made her work days longer. Soon she turns off the lights, picks up her things, and walks home.

As she's taking off her shoes she feels her phone buzz in her purse. She quickly slides them across the floor and put her things down. When she takes out her phone she sees it's from an unknown number. When the boys had left and gone to a nearby restaurant Dean sat, slumped over the table, staring at the phone in his hands.