Ordinarily Adam would have found no cause to intercede in such an argument, one-sided though it was. He recognized neither the clerk nor the girl, and though the former was being undeniably rude the disagreement hardly seemed it would come to blows. But the longer their uncomfortable back-and-forth continued the more it seemed the girl was being pushed to truly needless levels of anxiety over her sizable burden, and at last Adam's conscience - and no small degree of curiosity - got the better of him. Still loosely cradling the last book he had perused, he sidled up to the counter, a disarmingly pleasant half-smile quirking at his lips.
"No offense, but it can't be that hard to call back to the office and get your boss." Adam arched a brow, his black gaze flicking to the telephone that peeked out from a mound of applications and outdated sale fliers. "Or just walk back there. It'd get her out of your hair quicker, right? Then you can get back to reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies or whatever you've got back there."