"Oh, it's not." She couldn't crack that without revealing too much. "All librarians do all day is watch people over our glasses." She did this now, tipping her chin down and eying him over the dark slim rims, just to show him how it was done. The smile was coy, and the scent strong, but it didn't last for but a moment. Her number was called, and she fumbled with the bit of paper to check. "That's me." She rose too quickly, intent on retrieving her food before one of the other customers retrieved it for her and headed out the door--slipped on the slick tile again, and tipped dangerously to one side.
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