Blaise was sitting behind his desk feeling particularly annoyed by everything that was happening around him. He usually found solace in his book store but lately it seemed more like a prison and he was trying to get out of the walls that seemed to be closing in on him.
Standing and stretching, he brushed the nonexistent wrinkles out of his silk button down shirt. Leaving the office, he stood in the doorway, staring out over the small shoppe he had purchased. It was still the same as when he had bought it, clean and organized but overwhelmingly cluttered. It contained nothing of his own except for the office.
Seeing a familiar face in the shoppe, he frowned for a moment before he smiled. "Well, hello, Miss Greengrass." he said moving across the shoppe toward where she stood.