Orsino had opened his mouth the protest, and that was all that had emerged. Er. Wonderful. He stood there for a moment and glowered. On another day, perhaps he would have just given up there and then and let the rival shopper take the album. Actually, it was almost certain that he would. However, her presumption had irked him, and he leaned forward slightly to more securely place his grip on the album.
Turning to look at his competition, he looked down at a curly-haired young woman. She looked quite satisfied with herself, he thought. And she already had quite a selection in her arms. "Do you...can't I take a look at it?"