Changing into a pair of sweats and a tee, I grab a beer from the fridge and get to work on the bookshelf I ordered. I easily could’ve purchased a custom-made one or even a bookshelf that was already put together, but the idea of building this myself sounded nice, normal even. It seemed like something a normal man would do for a girl he likes. Because at the end of the day, that’s who this bookshelf is for.
