Gangster Love

pavement, casting a colorful glow over the crowded sidewalks. It was a place where dreams were made and broken, where the lost and the lonely came to find themselves. In th

playing in the background. The air was thick with the scent of old books and coffee. Marky's eyes adjusted slowly, and he spotted a figure sitting behind the counter, surrounded by stacks of books and papers. She looked up, and their eyes met. Marky's world stopped. The girl was stunning, with porcelain skin, raven-black hair, and piercing green eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. She smiled, and Marky's heart skipped a beat. "Welcome to Moonlit Pages," she said, her voice husky and confident. "Can I help you find something?" Marky's usual smooth demeanor deserted him. He stuttered, feeling like a schoolboy caught in the act. "I...I was just looking for a book," he stammered. The girl raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Ah, a book