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Chapter 1: The Aisle of Promise
The fluorescent lights of Target hummed overhead, a dull buzz that did little to rouse Grace from her pre-college shopping haze. Rows of notebooks blurred into a rainbow of possibility – lined, dotted, spiral, bound – each one a blank canvas for the academic year to come. She ran a hand along the spines of a particularly vibrant set of gel pens, her mind already picturing the colorful notes she would take when class began.
A shadow fell across the shelf, the sudden dimness pulling her from her thoughts. She glanced up, her eyes meeting the gaze of a young man who was watching her. His eyes were the deepest shade of blue, intense and unyielding, and he was staring at her like she was a priceless treasure he’d just discovered. He was tall, taller than her by a few good inches and muscular making her feel small and vulnerable. She looked down and grabbed the set of pink gel pens and placed it in the black basket. She quickly went to the next aisle where she needed to grab a calendar.
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© Annelise Mynhardt 2025-01-15