| Friends in strange places. |
[23 Jun 2006|12:38am] |
Julie browsed the selection of romance paperbacks that the bookstore had to offer. The book Bitten by Karen Armstrong caught her eye and she shook her head. Why couldn't she have been bitten by a werewolf like the character Clay instead of a psycho like Brad? Better yet, why not one like Jeremy?
That was assuming she had to have been bitten at all.
She gave a mild snort at the thought and moved past the book, continuing her search for fresh reading material. The rate things were going it was all the romance she was likely to get for a while.
Julie had stumbled across the Book Shoppe a couple months ago and was a regular patron, stopping in two or three times a month. It fed her addiction for romance and historical fiction, and did it on the cheap with their good selection of used books. That also let her keep the cost down by recycling them back to the store when she was done with them.
"Three To Get Deadly marks the delightful return of brassy Stephanie Plum, fashion-challenged bounty hunter.." Byron's quiet voice muttered as he read the back of a rather brightly coloured blue novel. He flipped it over in his hand to examine the front cover. "Janet Evanovich. Hrm." He slid the book back into the place on the shelf with the other 11 in the series and continued to move down the shelf.
He'd already perused the Stephen King section about six times this afternoon, realizing he'd read every title the man had put out, so with his hands in the pockets of his black Dickies, Byron wanded down the aisles. His helmet clipped to his backpack, dangled down behind him and swayed as he walked. Occasionally, it hit the shelves with a muted thump as he went.
The fiction section prooved to have no worthy gains, and the young man continued down into the science fiction section. Rows of Star Wars novels lined the shelves beside the Star Trek fiction (something Byron stayed away from at all due costs), and his finger traced along the spines as he slowly moved down the shelves.
A peach coloured book caught his eye and his index finger touched the top of the spine, pulled it forward, then eased it out. "Pawn of Prophecy," he muttered as he read it. Flipped it over to read the back. Finally, something decent to read. He cracked it open and began his initial examination of the novel.
( What's that smell? )
She could say the same thing about Quinn, but with Hannah it just seemed...more innocent somehow was the best she could describe it. A glance at her watch showed the time and she grimmaced "I need to get going if I'm going to catch the bus back to town. Take care Byron and I'll see you soon."
Byron gave a friendly wave to Julie. "Thanks," he told her, "I hope so."
When she'd left the cafe, he looked down at her number in his hands.
It was all he could do but grin from ear to ear.
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