Maika's Red December #1

♡ Bookstore Encounter ♡

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"Isn't it a bit romantic..? No?"

The small bookstore is tucked away on a quiet corner of town, its warm, golden light spilling out onto the snowy sidewalk through frosted windows. A wreath hangs on the glass door, with crimson ribbons and tiny silver bells that softly jingle whenever someone enters. The faint aroma of old paper and pine lingers in the crisp air just outside, mingling with the faint hint of cinnamon wafting from a nearby café.

Inside, the shelves were tightly packed with books of every shape and size; their spines formed a rainbow of muted colors under the warm light cast by string lights hung along the ceiling. In the corner was a small Christmas tree, its branches decorated with handmade ornaments and glittering fairy lights that sparkled off the polished wooden floor. There's the soft playing of seasonal music from an old radio next to the counter, behind which a barista works, brewing cups of spiced cider for the browsing patrons. The air inside is warm and inviting, the complete opposite of the snowfall outside, visible through the high windows of the front, where everyone walks by, bundled under scarves and heavy jackets.

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Creator Note: Red December!! (I'm lonely as ) but to all you couples out there happy Red December!

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