Status Updates From The Cornish Cream Tea Books...

she bit her lip, the action unapologetically flirtatious

Sure, if you think childlike behaviour is cute/sexy on an adult woman.

It’s been a week and no further mention of the famous author that might visit the shop. Not from Ollie to her boss, nor from the editor to Ollie.
Careless of both.

So Marcus is already doing his workshop at the bookstore, bur Ollie gas not yet mentioned her contact with the author. I guess Marcus was available on very short notice. (I would have planned him after the holidays. A small town bookstore doesn’t need an event every week.)

Ollie: ‘Shall I bring my car in?’
Max: ‘My house is a five-minute walk. We can go in mine.

I spot a man that’s afraid of giving up control. Can’t even have a woman in the driver’s seat.
“Ah, you don’t have to pick me up, you can walk to my house.”

On a ghost walk everyone is scarred when they see a light that matches the story just told. What? There were no people on the tour that don’t believe in ghosts bur just come for the atmosphere and stories? They wouldn’t be scared, they’d be curious.

Ollie goes around town asking people to an impromptu book club and people say: that sounds great, see you then.
What about: that sounds like a commitment? How often do you expect me to show up from now on?

Off to a good start.

Ollie (…) took a long swallow, barely noticing that it was still too hot to drink.

No, your body will tell you it’s too hot to drink. Pain receptors aren’t distracted by emails.