She gave him a slight smile and a murmur of thanks as she stepped in. When she was inside, she gazed around, her eyes wide. "This is so cool," she said quietly, turning to look at him.
"How often did you come here?" she asked, running her finger along the spines of the books on the shelves.
She craned her head back, looking up at the ceiling and the shelves that surrounded them. "It's lovely," she told him.
She knelt down and extended a hand to the cat to sniff. "Hello," she said curiously, her brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"I think he lives here," he said. "There used to be a different cat, but I don't think he's around anymore."
She walked deeper into the bookstore, disappearing behind the shelves. She paused in the science section, and pulled out a slim volume, her eyebrow cocked with interest. Walking over to a bench, she crossed her legs, rested her head on her hand, and opened the book, her eyes instantly picking out the words.
She glanced up at him and kissed his cheek when he sat down before resting her head on his shoulder, returning her eyes to her book.
She looked up at him for a moment, her eyes thoughtful. Finally, she laughed self consciously, and shook her head. "Of course you'd pick poetry."
