Book Haven, Tuesday
What a drab, miserable day it was out there. Evan frowned out the window as he straightened out the books, watching the rain drizzle against the bookstore windows. It kind of set a mood, didn't it? People graduated on the weekend, and there were only a handful that Evan really knew well, but with weather like that, it was kind of like the island was mourning over the people who were leaving.
... Or maybe he was looking too far into this. Weather was really only weather, after all. Unless Storm was involved somehow. Which, of course, she wasn't.
Shrugging, Evan got back to straightening the books, and then dusting around the shop, wondering to himself about who was leaving, what sort of people might come to the island next weekend, and where in the world Sholeh had been hiding for the past week, now.
[OOC: This isn't late, honest. It is open, though!]
... Or maybe he was looking too far into this. Weather was really only weather, after all. Unless Storm was involved somehow. Which, of course, she wasn't.
Shrugging, Evan got back to straightening the books, and then dusting around the shop, wondering to himself about who was leaving, what sort of people might come to the island next weekend, and where in the world Sholeh had been hiding for the past week, now.
[OOC: This isn't late, honest. It is open, though!]