Kitty was returning the copy of 'Pride & Prejudice' and wondering if she should read another Jane Austen or pick another author at random, like Daphne du Maurier or something. She hadn't read 'Jamaica Inn' in ages.
She noticed that someone was sitting on the floor and on a second look, realized it was Lucas. She set her book on the shelf and walked toward him, hands in the pockets of her jeans.
"Hey," she said, sighing inwardly at her lame introduction. "Haven't seen you in a bit. You doing okay?"