It had been her first day of class and she had some time before work to relax and rewire her brain a little. Getting back into the schematics of Algebra II had been a little more difficult than she remembered-- then again, she hadn't seen the class since she was sixteen. While it would likely be annoying first off, World History and Government would likely make up for it. The little bookstore not ridiculously far from where Naea worked seemed just like the place to go. She'd passed it more than several times on her way to work, she just never seemed to have the time to stop.
The place was incredibly cozy and what Linnaea liked most as she perused the shelves was the variety. Books old and new, an interesting little second-hand section and a trade in/buyback option (restrictions apply). As she wandered, Naea really realized that she hadn't sat down and taken time to really get into a good book in the last few months. Between taking as much overtime as she could get, packing and moving, the thought of reading for enjoyment escaped her. But what piqued her interest today? She'd had enough drama recently, so most fiction was off her list at the moment (including the extremely occasional bodice-ripper she would indulge in from time to time with a bucket of ice cream. They were randomly delightful, mostly horrible, and gave Naea a nice fuzzy happy of romance that seemed to escape her life).
What better way to avoid that than good ol' fashion science fiction? Ray Bradbury? No, too dark today. Maybe an elven fantasy? They were broody but vicious...
"Nice ink. That shading is really well done."
The male voice from behind Naea startled her as she flipped through a copy of The Dark Elf Trilogy. Wide-eyed, she turns to the man who was rather well-inked himself, wondering how he knew--'Duh, Naea,' she thinks with a mental facepalm. 'Wear your green halter top and a pair of shorts and wonder why.'
She smiled prettily. "Hey, thanks," was her reply. "I have a friend who was exceptional with his work. He moved to New Orleans, though. Not that, ah..." Naea motioned with a hand to the guy's 'sleeves'. "you're in short supply of great work."
Holding out the same motioning hand and the Salvatore book in the other, she grins. "I'm Linnaea."