“I wouldn’t say I’ve had a single gentleman caller to give me even the slightest idea of what I’d look for,” she said. “And the smell of garbage is something I’m used to at this rate.” Oh, the things Columbians threw away...they always proved so helpful to Booker at the most opportune times, and she had to be thankful for their wastefulness.
She’d met only a small handful of handsome, and not so handsome men, in her life thus far. Being locked in a tower for much of said life meant that she didn’t have a lot of background in that particular subject, and even after getting out, she hadn’t a lot of time to focus on the finer details of socialisation. A handsome man’s smile and nice build could be appreciated on an aesthetic standpoint, but as far as she knew, Sawyer was just as likely to be a charming psychopath as he was to be a genuine gentleman. Her eyes remained vigilant, not once trailing down when he brushed down his shirt.
It also helped that she paid as much attention to his face as she had been doing so far. She could sense that her question about his name put him into a tough position, and that alone caused her to turn her head just slightly while she waited for his answer. A man who was hesitant about sharing something as seemingly insignificant as his name certainly indicated he was not everything he was presenting himself to be.
She swayed to the side slightly, pulling herself away from the bookshelf and offering only a small nod. As she moved forward to pluck the stack of books from his hands and begin to walk past him, she glanced up at him again.
“I assume you mean for me to check out the books, Sawyer,” she said, her tone light. She continued to walk toward the front desk, making sure to carry the books carefully as she went. “And while I’m doing that, you can explain what a...’prom date’ is.”