Well, if he was looking for fun, a bookstore might not have been the most obvious of places to find it, but as it was Megan Jones' bookstore, the choice was slightly less bizarre!
Megan had been busying herself with the task of placing price tags on books when Michael had walked in and had been so focused she didn't notice the jingle of the bell, nor the flirtacious wink, or the tell-tale blush upon her workers' faces. It wasn't until a voice interrupted what had become a rather delicate and tedious project- those bloody stickers kept getting annoying creases in them- that Megan realized he was there.
With her third attempt, Megan managed a wrinkle-free price tag, and looked up at Michael with a rather triumphant smile. "Well, Mister, the manager's out, but we've got a comment box in the back if you'd like to leave a note." With a soft laugh, she moved around the counter, waving a blushing beauty over to take her spot.
"Michael Corner. What brings you to my humble no-fun bookshop this afternoon?"