08-28-2013, 02:05 PM
The day had been interspersed with stops beyond the book stores alone. She had a coffee at the cafe next door to the first book store she'd stopped by, and paused for fifteen minutes so she could order and eat taco stand tacos. Another two, and then a pit stop at a smaller coffee shop in a different part of town for an iced coffee beverage and a croissant.
It was there that she vaguely remembered the man with the curly hair and shorts. He made her think of Angus Young in an off, bemused sort of way. She'd smiled politely, briefly when she passed by him on her way back out of the shop to head across the street to the last stop on her list. The gesture was forgettable, and she completely would have forgotten if she hadn't caught him staring.
It took her a while to notice, enough time that she'd finished her drink in one of the chairs at the book shop and browsed through the pages of an awkwardly sized book that she had laid in her lap. It was only as she closed the book, deciding to take it home for a full read through, and as she first looked up from the pages that she noticed. She stared back for a second or two, then frowned suspiciously and rose to her feet.
The book was tucked under her arm, and the empty plastic to-go cup that her drink had been in is carried along with her. She'd deposit it in the garbage can outside near the front door. She didn't stare the man down, but she did glance curiously toward him again when she reached the counter, before her attention was refocused on the woman that was working the register.
Unless interrupted, Molly would simply avoid coming into contact with the man. She didn't confront him there in the bookshop, didn't ask him if or why he was following her. Those things made you come across as paranoid and self-deluded anyways. It would cause a fuss in this book store, and she had full intentions of coming back here in the future if her conclusion of the day was true (well, if vampires are real now, who's to say the other things I saw in these books today aren't?). Goodness knew what other things she might have to come read up on later.
No, instead-- unless stopped or blocked in some way-- Molly made her way out the front door, tossed her cup away, and tucked the book away in her backpack beside her bicycle, which was secured to a lamp post near the curb.
It was there that she vaguely remembered the man with the curly hair and shorts. He made her think of Angus Young in an off, bemused sort of way. She'd smiled politely, briefly when she passed by him on her way back out of the shop to head across the street to the last stop on her list. The gesture was forgettable, and she completely would have forgotten if she hadn't caught him staring.
It took her a while to notice, enough time that she'd finished her drink in one of the chairs at the book shop and browsed through the pages of an awkwardly sized book that she had laid in her lap. It was only as she closed the book, deciding to take it home for a full read through, and as she first looked up from the pages that she noticed. She stared back for a second or two, then frowned suspiciously and rose to her feet.
The book was tucked under her arm, and the empty plastic to-go cup that her drink had been in is carried along with her. She'd deposit it in the garbage can outside near the front door. She didn't stare the man down, but she did glance curiously toward him again when she reached the counter, before her attention was refocused on the woman that was working the register.
Unless interrupted, Molly would simply avoid coming into contact with the man. She didn't confront him there in the bookshop, didn't ask him if or why he was following her. Those things made you come across as paranoid and self-deluded anyways. It would cause a fuss in this book store, and she had full intentions of coming back here in the future if her conclusion of the day was true (well, if vampires are real now, who's to say the other things I saw in these books today aren't?). Goodness knew what other things she might have to come read up on later.
No, instead-- unless stopped or blocked in some way-- Molly made her way out the front door, tossed her cup away, and tucked the book away in her backpack beside her bicycle, which was secured to a lamp post near the curb.