Inwardly cringing (just her luck, someone who would actually notice how she held a book), she wiped any and all expression from her face in an effort to look as studiously neutral as possible. Her fingers contracted against the page, and she suppressed a sigh of pleasure in lieu of the neutrality she refused to let go. "It has less to do with the book," she said, "and more to do with the pages." Lily shifted in the chair, closing the book since it didn't matter which page she was on. She wasn't actually reading anything. But she didn't dare say more, unwilling to admit her secret pleasures to a perfect stranger. So she redirected. "Are you a tenant here? Or just a shopper?" It was more than likely he was a shopper, though she had met a few tenants in the stores over the past few years. Few and far between to be sure, but that was a selling point in her opinion. She wasn't exactly a people person.