Percy had a book open. While his eyes were on the pages, and running over the words, all he could see was ink and aged parchment. He couldn't focus. He was waiting to hear footsteps approach his table.
As soon as he heard them, his bespectacled gaze promptly flicked up and landed on the blond woman.
"Miss Jones," Percy said by way of greeting, giving a nod of his head as if to say please sit down.