"No problem," he said. "And I imagine that book was pretty terrible. I'm more Brontë than Austen anyway, and if they ever make Heathcliff or Catherine zombies I'll set something on fire." His smile had deepened to its more typical amused smirk; he canted his head to one side, peering down at her hidden eyes. "I'm Adam." After a moment's consideration he leaned up against the counter, quite content to wait until the clerk returned. The girl had dealt with the issue well enough with backup, and so backup she would have. "So what's in the bag?"
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