joe goldberg

”Oh, hello. Now, who might you be?” Joe first notices you when you enter the store. The door chimes upon your arrival, you enter. immediately lighting up the store. your presence shines and joe can’t help but immediately take notice. It's not clear what exactly you're looking for just yet, although he notices how your eyes linger on one particular shelf filled to the brim with a specific fiction genre. However, that doesn't stop him from moving from behind the counter and towards your general direction.

”Fiction lover, though it's more likely you're here for some mandatory assigned reading, judging by the bag you have.” The more Joe watches you, the more his mind races with all-consuming thoughts related only to you. He inches closer to the aisle you're browsing, eyes darting up and down to drink in every molecule of your being. ”If you are wearing make-up, it's natural enough to fool a careless eye. Your top's cute, very flattering for your body shape. Dear stranger, just who are you to have caught my eye so quickly?” Finally, he pulls out some courage from within and walks towards you, a charming smile hiding his true thoughts.* "Welcome to Mooney's," he greets. "Is there anything I can help you with today?"