Bookstore: Caleb R/Dietre A
Caleb did not consider himself to be a nervous man and for the most part he wasn't. Even now, he was sure this was the normal nervousness of meeting someone from the forums after a conversation on kissing. Was kissing even on the menu? Besides brushing his teeth, he sucked on a mint on the way to the bookstore just in case. Kissing probably wasn't going to happen -- but whatever, he was ready for anything that might or might not happen.
It was prudent.
Taking a deep breath to calm that little edge of nerves that made everything sharp, he entered the infrequently-visited (by him) bookstore. His camera was held loose in his hand, brought with him on the chance that he saw something worth capturing. Inspiration for photographs tended to abound when he had the camera in hand, where his inclination to read anything that he couldn't pick up around the B&B barely budged regardless.
Clad in a white sweater thanks to the change in seasons, a pair of neat khaki's and brown loafers, he crossed to the cafe part of the bookstore fairly quickly and paused there. There was only one other person there looking around as if they were waiting to meet someone. Handsome. Young. Pale. Maybe it was and maybe it wasn't, but he took a slow step forward. "Dietre?"