Reagan took the book and slipped it onto the pile in her other arm. "I've thought about it," Reagan said with a shrug. "I'm not anti-electronics. I just don't have one. Plus, if I buy one, I don't get to come here much, unless I feel like a drink. And if I feel like a drink, I'm more likely to go to The Boathouse, or The Back Porch for that. Besides, the town is constantly preaching buying local, so here I am." She could support other shops in town, since she owned one herself, she knew how important it was.
Reagan went back to skimming the titles, although she was still paying attention to the other woman. "You're new in town," Reagan said simply. "What's your name?"