Post by Camille St. James on Aug 4, 2020 15:11:06 GMT -5
Camille loved bookstores, she always had. A whole shop filled with stories about daring adventures and distant lands, far away from her own life and worries. She could just quietly slip into a book like it was a warm bath and let it ease her worries so far away that she forgot who she was entirely. It was the surest way to earn herself a bit of peace, even if it was only for a while, living vicariously through the characters.
She'd never been in this particular book store...or if she had, she hadn't been there in years, not since she was adopted. She seemed to vaguely remember the lovely black and white cat that watched her with luminous eyes gleaming in the shadow of one of the high shelves as she entered. She gave a smile and a little wave to the woman behind the counter, then plunged herself into the stacks.
She wandered the store just as aimlessly as she'd wandered the city; she'd quickly realized that if the order had any rhyme or reason, it wasn't one she understood. So she simply watched for ones that looked interesting, pulling them down to skim through a little before she decided if it was one she liked. She'd stumbled across a few books of poetry, something in a language she didn't even recognize, and one particularly gruesome battle scene before she admitted defeat and approached the counter.
"Excuse me, Miss," she greeted Hayden Faragher with a soft smile, "Could you possibly help me find a good romance? I didn't really have anything in particular in mind, but I do love a good love story."
She'd never been in this particular book store...or if she had, she hadn't been there in years, not since she was adopted. She seemed to vaguely remember the lovely black and white cat that watched her with luminous eyes gleaming in the shadow of one of the high shelves as she entered. She gave a smile and a little wave to the woman behind the counter, then plunged herself into the stacks.
She wandered the store just as aimlessly as she'd wandered the city; she'd quickly realized that if the order had any rhyme or reason, it wasn't one she understood. So she simply watched for ones that looked interesting, pulling them down to skim through a little before she decided if it was one she liked. She'd stumbled across a few books of poetry, something in a language she didn't even recognize, and one particularly gruesome battle scene before she admitted defeat and approached the counter.
"Excuse me, Miss," she greeted Hayden Faragher with a soft smile, "Could you possibly help me find a good romance? I didn't really have anything in particular in mind, but I do love a good love story."
