It took great strength not to laugh at the poor, flustered young man in the front of her shop. Joséphine bit the inside of her lower lip to keep from smiling too brightly at his mistake. It wasn't often someone mistook her shop for another, but she would gladly make the most of this.
"Non, monsieur," she agreed, "This is not a bookshop. Perhaps I may be of some assistance otherwise?"
Joséphine sauntered closer to her potential customers. Her fingers grazed along the tops of hats as she moved, and her expression was perfectly courteous if you ignored her eyes.