The best places to fall in love are book stores and libraries.

It was really sunny when I woke up. The view from my hotel wasn't breathtaking in the travel pamphlet way - just an array of apartment windows, sides of dilapidated buildings.But, that morning I viewed everything through rose-coloured glasses. The way the sunlight cast shadow and reflected off windows - bouncing vibrancy and contrast in this strange urban composition - instilled a sense of impulse and urgency and panache within me. 

My friends and I walked to the book store, taking in skyscrapers and people and urban sprawl with the fresh eyes of sheltered teenagers. 

I saw you sitting there, reading. You scarcely looked up. You were so intrigued by whatever it was you were reading, and that intrinsically fascinated me; all the guys I had met before hated reading or did it to look intellectual. Mais, pas toi. Genuine fascination. You had me hooked. I was genuinely fascinated, too.

Normally, I wouldn't have said anything; thinking myself "that guy is hot" usually sufficed. But today, I viewed the world through rose-coloured glasses. I sat down next to you, my book a prop. We talked. The way you smiled, the way your glasses hid the blueness of your eyes, the way you'd pause to think of a reply - all of it fascinated me. You were the most interesting, intoxicating person I'd talked to in a long time.

Book stores are the best places to fall in love.