Sometimes love will find you.
Tate couldn’t get his father’s words out of his head, overwhelmed. An hour slipped by, two hours, and he turned into an unproductive lump of gel. When he wasn’t thinking of his father’s advice, he couldn’t help himself from thinking of Persimmon, knowing that he had fallen for the guy, unknowing how exactly the action had happened.
If Persimmon was anywhere in the city, most likely he’d be at his bookstore. He’d be closing the business down for the day: turning off its lights except for maybe one to prevent intruders or burglars; finalizing paperwork of sales, credits, and other accounting tasks that Tate had a twelve-person staff at STC to execute. Following work, later in the day, Tate walked from his office to the bookstore. On his adventure, he brushed p
