HUCKLEBERRY FINN AIN'T GOT NOTHIN' ON ME.
WHO: Nikolej and Eduard and... ANYONE ELSE IS WELCOME REALLY, GETCHA READ ON, KIDS. Mind you, this is not a goddamn library!
WHEN: A late Wednesday morning (September 16th).
WHERE: Book Alley. Because he works here.
WHAT: A MEETING OF MINDS. Or something like that.
Well, this was fucking unusual.
Nikolej looked at the print-out for his schedule that week, brow furrowed as a clear picture began to form in his mind: he had worked most of the week. On the clock, full shift, dragged his sorry ass in on a perfectly good morning worked. Nikolej was almost never scheduled to work this often, not even during the start of each school year when Book Alley was frequented the most, students rushing in last minute in hopes of finding a second-hand copy of their overpriced textbooks. He turned the clipboard the paper was attached to over with a snort, using both hands to cradle his still too hot cup of black coffee from the shop next-door.
He had better things to be doing right now... like finding someone to obnoxiously hit on. Narrowing his eyes, he peered round the poorly lit book shop, trying to find an unsuspecting co-worker to cover for him. Like Toris. Or Steve... Yeah, Steeeve.