because my list of possibilities is due at the next class, and I don’t think Woods will find a blank sheet of paper very amusing.I park my car in front of the local bookstore and go into mission mode. I head through the front door and make my way to the books on famous paintings. Something in here has to spark my masterpiece. It’s nice in the store and I can totally get lost in the sea of books. This may be just what I need to clear my head and get my mind off Stew. I search through all the titles and pull a few books from the shelf. There’s not much to choose from in this little Mom and Pop shop, but still, I’m able to find a few to thumb through. The smell of paper and coffee fill the room, relaxing me. I sit Indian style in the middle of the aisle and get to work.“Are you my secret stalker?” My zone is broken. Rick, the hot new guy I saw earlier today, cradles a bundle of books in his hands. When I meet his gaze, he winks at me. I roll my eyes.What’s this guy’s deal? “Maybe I should ask you the same question,”
