She decidedly tried to ignore his presence. She walked to the front counter, to lay the letter opener on the box, collecting items to purchase. She caught sight of him on one aisle and with her eyes on her feet, steadfastly aimed for the next one.
This aisle had a beautiful collection of quills, with a large variety of feathers and tips. She picked up a black dyed plume, and carried it as she examined the others. She waved it and let the feather brush over her face and she used it to stroke her throat and neck.
Her eyes moved to the top of the shelf and she could see over the top of it clearly. This time it was hard to ignore Blaise, his gaze in her direction. He was touching something, his gesture seemed tender and slightly seductive. She watched for a fraction of a moment, her mouth opened in a little 'O' of surprise as she used the feather to caress her skin. Some spot deep in her was plucked and made her legs slightly weak and she turned her head slightly, so as to not see the image that was burned in her brain.