Blushing, Bazzer shrugged awkwardly and set the book of Voltaire down before moving almost to the other side of the shop to get the Dickens for her. Even at 6' tall he had to stand on a small stool to retrieve it. "I've been here for four years," he replied easily, "Though I have only worked here for two," he'd spent the first two years learning in general and learning about city and the store specifically. "I spend a lot of time doing the books and things," he gestured towards the desk with his papers spread out on it. It was only in the past year or so that his uncle had let him mind the store alone like this, confident in Bazzer's abilities.
Shaking his head, Bazzer disagreed, "No! No, never," he stammbered before replying "Sebastian Clifford. My friends call me Bazzer. It's a pleasure to meet you,Miss Fernsulfer," she was a charming girl and he liked anyone who liked to ready. He hadn't known what he was missing before he had learned how.