Day 35: The Bookworm
[ Coming from here.]
Claire stepped into the bookstore, relieved to be out of the chilly autumn air. Her sweater was warm, but the weather outside was still cool, and she guessed it had to be very late autumn, at the very least. Where were they? And when?
The interior of the little bookshop was somewhat cramped and cluttered, the shelves filled with books of every type and size and shape, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight. It felt... homey, if not a bit claustrophobic-inducing.
"Is this better?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Tony as she made room for him to squeeze in behind her.
Claire stepped into the bookstore, relieved to be out of the chilly autumn air. Her sweater was warm, but the weather outside was still cool, and she guessed it had to be very late autumn, at the very least. Where were they? And when?
The interior of the little bookshop was somewhat cramped and cluttered, the shelves filled with books of every type and size and shape, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight. It felt... homey, if not a bit claustrophobic-inducing.
"Is this better?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Tony as she made room for him to squeeze in behind her.