Abel ignored the other people in the bookstore with a slow exhale of breath in patience as the woman left the book he suggested on the shelf. The green hazel eyes lost their focus for a second before the item she held shimmered, replaced by the one he wanted her to see, and the useless sigil manual returned itself to the shelf. Nothing anyone could pin on him even if there was someone around to notice the blurring book before it phased back into place.
He chose to browse the books nearest the in-door coffee shop she wandered into. At first, when she failed to notice the change of book topics in her hand, he felt disappointed in his initial impression of her. Doubt mingled itself in with the brief memory of her standing there like a blazing beacon with the potential rolling off her much like another young lady he met.
Not green by a long shot, he lingered in the stocking stuffer area of the store watching Rae from afar. He waited for the crucial moment when her head would snap up after realizing the books had been swapped. If she didn't notice it or react, he'd considered his ability to ascertain novice witches thrown off from his earlier encounter with the Moreau witch.