Kyle fully realized what he was doing right around the same time that it seemed to occur to her, or at least, that was how he interpreted her sudden halt in movement before continuing on as if nothing had happened. His eyes briefly met hers, all at once filled with an uncertainty that he couldn't name nor did he want, but thankfully, she blew right past it before things got awkward enough that they were forced to address it.
But not before he could swear he saw a change of color in her cheeks.
The evidence of it was gone almost as soon as it first caught his eyes, leaving Kyle to wonder about its truth and stare after her as she ducked her head into the contents of her bag, feeling a mixture of curiosity and confusion bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Was it something he'd said or something he'd done? As always, Freya continued to do things that confounded, and it took him a few more seconds for Kyle to remember himself and finally take the necessary steps inside the bookstore.
It was a little like stepping through the door to a new world, but then, Kyle had never been inside a bookstore in his life. There had never been a need, any education he'd received had been given to him in the manner that others saw fit. That had never struck him as strange before, but for a moment, it sat oddly in Kyle's chest as he wrestled with how best to handle this situation that he'd suddenly found himself in. He hadn't really thought it through when he'd first accepted her invitation.
Her question threw him into an internal panic, seized with a sudden feeling of inadequacy that he couldn't immediately define nor was he at all comfortable with as a vague concept. A recommendation? Such a simple request from her but one that he was wholly unprepared to fulfill. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't... Kyle swallowed. "I've never..."
Averting his gaze to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, Kyle inwardly swore. It wasn't as if he couldn't read. He was quite capable of it, and he refused to let her think he was incapable of something so basic, but he also lacked the words to get across his meaning the way he wanted in that moment. Freya was interested in mysteries, in reading fiction. Another concept so unfamiliar to him that Kyle could hardly stand it.
Preferably not stuff in space, though. Shifting uncomfortably as he searched for words that never came, her last remark caught him so off guard that all of the tension in his features softened into something dangerously close to a knowing smirk as he silently agreed. But instead of asking about that, his head tilted curiously to the side while Kyle redirected his focus on something else, moving in front of her towards the nearest aisle. Tomorrow, specifically. "Why tomorrow?"