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bernado's books held a special place in camille d'urso's heart. it was her favorite place in st. lorenza and she had thousands of memories inside that shop. she had bought her first paperback there, bought one of her very first cookbooks there, and had even worked there for a short time in high school. whenever she could, camille looked for an excuse to pop into bernardo's books and take a whiff of that heavenly aroma, the aroma of old books.

on this particular day, cam didn't even need to think up an excuse to go inside bernardo's, she had a legitimate reason to go inside bernardo's. camille's little sister had been a vegetarian for two years. she was opposed to eat meat in any way, shape, or form. her food could not be contaminated with the blood of an animal. camille, though she was a creative and innovative chef, didn't have any recipes for substantial vegetarian meals. she was going to need a vegetarian cookbook to help her with a meal plan.

as camille walked through the door of bernardo's books and more, the bell over top of the door rang, letting the staff know another customer had arrived. cam smiled at the thought of the bell. for the six months that camille had worked at the store, the thing she hated most was the sound of that high-pitched squeaky bell. it was more annoying than useful for staff. cam walked further into the store trying to remember the last time she was there. it felt as if it had been ages. it took her a minute before she remembered, but the last time she was there was christmas, when she was ordering a french cookbook for pandora as a gift.

the cooking section of the store was in the back right corner of the store. camille made a beeline for it after taking a good long look around the store. there were a few people in on this day, more than usual. there was one young girl checking out teen fiction, a guy checking out the magazines, and another guy checking out the sci-fi section. for bernardo's, having four people in the store was a busy day.

camille ran her fingers down the spines of the cookbooks. each and every book had a different texture, a different feel. she located the vegetarian cooking subsection which was actually quite large. there were ten to twenty books in the section all about vegetarian cooking of one kind or another. as cam began to visually scan through the titles, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. she stiffened, not knowing who was touching her. cam had a fear of people invading her personal space. as cam turned to see who the person was, she thought inwardly to herself "this person better have a damn good reason to be touching a stranger."

WORDS four hundred and eighty NOTES wassup? STATUS finished
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There was an undeniable electricity surmount all things old that became once again. He felt it surge through him as he made his way about the streets in a casual stroll, his hands within his pockets. Every corner held another memory, an old experience threatening to tear at the strong demeanor that he’d spent weeks building up. He wouldn’t lose all of that hard work; no, not for the sake of recollection. Too many a day had already been spent in reminiscence. Weeks after his father’s death, Caleb had lolled about in his Boston home, dreaming of the old days they’d spent together in Tuscany.

Shut in and longing for the past, he’d been the one to volunteer to collect all of his dad’s old things and settle the estate. It did make sense after all, for he was the closest to him, being his only son. Little had he expected for the return to bring about such labor on his heart. It’d been three months, the days of tears were behind him, but inwardly, Caleb was still grieving.

And that’s where I broke my leg for the first time. A slight smile curved his parted lips as his sapphire hues took a jog down memory lane. Granted he’d only spent three months of every year in Tuscany, he’d still virtually grown up there. In St. Lorenza’s he’d had his first kiss, lost his virginity, broke bones, crashed cars, slept outside, caused trouble and broke hearts. He’d made friends, fell in love and on occasion fought with enemies. Despite the circumstances and his father’s lingering bittersweet memory, he was genuinely happy to be home.

Caleb rounded a corner and ducked into the nearest store to escape the August heat. Honestly, he could have recognized the establishment with his eyes close. What other place on the block reeked of the must only carried by old books or charmed incoming customers with an overhead bell? Caleb ran his tongue quickly over his steadily curving lips. He nodded toward the man behind the counter and made his way in from the door, pulling his hands from his khaki shorts to whip the sunglasses of his eyes. Hooking them onto the front of his white t-shirt, the tourist (that may as well could have been counted as a native) began to aimlessly wander in an effort to cool down.

He’d been about to scope out the comics when something caught his peripherals. Spinning on his heels with no hesitation, Caleb crossed three aisles into the cooking section. Holding in a laugh, he tapped the only other person amongst the cookbooks on the shoulder, his arms wide; ready, and waiting for a warm reception. He knew the back of that head anywhere. It felt like it’d been such a long time since he’d seen her, “Guess who’s back in town!

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NOTES: i'm going to snag this if that's alright. i'll have a post up as soon as i finish my rounds at work. (: complete.
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