Page 108 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

A smile creeps across my face as I read his stats.

“You really weren't kidding.”

There's a picture of him onstage with a guitar slung low across his chest, thousands of fans reaching toward him.

Another from what looks like an awards show.

One of him laughing during an interview.

Even through the tiny screen, those forest green eyes are unmistakable.

I shake my head, smiling to myself.

And somehow...

None of it changes anything.

If anything, it makes me admire him even more.

He could've spent the entire afternoon talking about himself.

Instead, he asked about me.

About Moon & Mug.

About my favorite books.

About the ridiculous crystal display that customers constantly rearrange.

He wanted to know me.

Not once did he act like someone expecting to be recognized.

My heart squeezes.

God...

I really am in love with this man.

I tuck my phone back into my purse, already picturing the look on Graham's face when I tease him later.

“So...”

I grin to myself.

“Rock star, huh?”

I wonder if he'll blush.

The thought makes me laugh under my breath.

I don't even realize I've wandered several steps away from the restroom until a voice cuts through the quiet.

“Well, well...”

I freeze.

The smile slips from my face.