An old bookstore with paper and coffee. Sophie was leafing through a novel when she noticed someone handing her the book she needed from the top shelf. It was Jack. Your smile is better than any novel, he muttered. She laughed, and he looked embarrassed. They talked, laughed, sat on the floor between the shelves. And somewhere between the words, they kissed. Awkwardly. Magically. Like something out of a book.