She stopped in midstep and turned to stare at him.
"Uh..." This was something her mother would have envisioned - someone turning into a stalker and following her around, keeping tabs on her at work and at her home. Juliet usually laughed at such thoughts, thinking her mother to be overly paranoid, but for a short moment she actually believed that her mother might have a point. Then she quickly fixed a smile in place of the apathy and tried to correct herself.
"Uh, right over here," she motioned, pointing to a shelf down a few feet inside of a row. "Um, are you looking for a particular sort of biography? Like, a war hero, or...um, a politician?" Juliet was horrible at reading people, so she quickly turned on her heel again and led the way down the aisle.