Elena was not one of those beach girls. She was, in fact, a bookworm --and her nose was (of course) buried in a novel as she entered The Coffee Bean that morning. Most of her time was spent combing across ancient archives and long-forgotten tombs, but when she was away from her studies and on break from school.. she had an embarrassingly strong addiction to paranormal romance. She ate it up like a cat to cream, and that morning she was lost in the pages of J.R. Ward's latest, "Lover Unleashed." The woman wrote relationships like no other, and the Classics professor couldn't get enough.
She glanced up once, making sure to get herself into the right line (for she often accidentally chose the exit line when she was immersed in a story). She was a beautiful creature, but it was obvious that that wasn't something she flaunted. Blue jeans that should have clung to her shapely figure were one size too large, the crisp, blue, button-down shirt was a Michael Kors but it was a season out-of-style --and she had it buttoned all the way up.. and the nude heels on her feet were Jimmy Choos; but they were scuffed from wear-and-tear. Her long, honeyed curls were twisted loosely around her head, and her sunglasses were shoved on top of them.
The man in front of her was beyond annoying, raising up on his tiptoes and shouting this and that in his impatience. All Elena cared about was getting through the end of the chapter before she reached the counter. It was a love scene, and her cheeks were beginning to flush with the words she was reading --and she was HIGHLY frustrated that her attention was being drawn away from the book.
"Patience is a virtue," she murmured, flipping the page but not lifting her head.