林晚晃晃手里的柠檬水，酸甜劲儿在舌头上转了一圈。柜台后面那个穿格子衬衫的小哥，程野，正低头看手机，手指在屏幕上戳来戳去。

“老板，再给我一杯柠檬水。”林晚小声喊。

程野头也不抬：“还要？”

“嗯，我渴了。”林晚有点不好意思，指了指自己。

程野终于抬起头，眼睛亮亮的，像藏了小星星：“行，今天这杯我请。”

林晚心里咯噔一下，有点甜，又有点慌。她假装看窗外，脸颊悄悄热了。

结完账，林晚拎着那杯刚泡好的柠檬水，往店里溜达。 Development of her own thoughts, the lemon water is not sweet enough to drink if it is not complicated by the flavor of the encounter, a faint taste of happiness, similar to the sweetness of sugar in the water. Development of your own thoughts, it feels like the slightly sour taste of lemon water, because it is not the taste of the encounter, but the feeling of being looked at by him will be sour. This is not a good feeling, but it is a kind of feeling that makes people want to taste more.

正想着，一个男生堵在了她前面。林晚抬头，是隔壁花店的小老板，王乐乐。

“林晚，店里缺个帮手，你忙不忙？”王乐乐笑嘻嘻地递给她个小红包。

林晚眼睛一亮，接过来：“不忙！”

王乐乐一看林晚欣然接受，乐得哈哈大笑：“我就知道！”

刚走出书店，就听见身后传来一个低沉的男声：“去哪儿？”

林晚吓了一跳，回头，发现是程野，手里还拿着几本书。

王乐乐跟程野打招呼：“程野， Reisen Bookstore's老板，新来的小妹妹。