log: wes + yoona Who: Wes Watley & Yoona Park Where: Watley's Books What: Yoona comes in search of help
It had been an unusually slow day. The morning had brought the usual crowd of tourists; the book store was generally one of the first places the guided tours hit. That was by design, actually; the magical shops in the neighborhood had worked out a schedule so the regular patrons would know when to go shopping to avoid the obnoxious crowds. But after lunch, few patrons had come through the door. It was misting out, the weather unsure if it wanted to snow or rain. Everything was gray and damp.
Wes felt rather gray and damp himself. He'd spilled a mug of tea on himself and had only changed his sweater, the shirt underneath still a bit damp, but not damp enough to make him go upstairs for a change. Wendy and Wyatt were both in the shop, bickering somewhere about how to reorganize the magical history section. It was quite a large section, and this particular argument occurred roughly once a month. The books hadn't successfully been reorganized in three years. The familiarity of the pointless discussion was actually a sort of pleasant white noise to Wes as he paged through a well-worn copy of The Celestial Realms: A Traveler's Guide. He was sprawled out rather unceremoniously behind the desk near the entrance to the store, his favorite celestial spirit curled up and napping in the pocket of the cardigan he'd put on.