Just another day at Epstein Books. People are shopping, people are reading, and Pete's at his usual chair watching them all. No one can guess how closely he's watching them--or reading them, in his way.
Being bored in the big apple was a goddamn nightmare. She'd done it all, and thet parties weren't until late and her mother swore that if she came home with one more dress from an upscale shop-
Bullshit Her dad was okay with it. Of course her dad was a fucking freak who was afraid his children would crucify him.
So. She found herself in a bookstore.
Flipping idly through a fashion magazine. Ooooh. Models of the male variety.
No way she was paying six dollars for a magazine that she could easily get on the internet.
Hardly an offense in Pete's book. He wasn't nearly as annoyed as Keith at people who sat, read, and bought nothing. As long as they kept the book or magazine like new, he had no complaint. If they decided to walk off with the goods without paying, though, that was another matter.
Still, Pete gives the teenager an idle glance and a cursory reading, then moves on to another customer.
Creepy bookseller man. He probably had bodies of dead male prostitutes in his basement. Or a whole locker filled with ladies feet.
Anna shrugged and dropped the magazine with a yawn. Too public to try anything, creepy mccreepy'd probably kick her out if she lit up a smoke-
Oooooo.
A nearby display. Artbooks!
Malcom had a birthday coming up didn't he? She heads over-only to be shot down when she discovers that some of them (they're nice ones after all) are priced upwards of forty to fifty bucks.
Pete's amused. No, he doesn't have dead bodies in his basement, nor a locker filled with feet. He owns neither a locker nor a basement, anyway. As for the price--well, he knows whose kid she is, and thus knows she has no grounds to complain about a measily fifty bucks.
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Being bored in the big apple was a goddamn nightmare. She'd done it all, and thet parties weren't until late and her mother swore that if she came home with one more dress from an upscale shop-
Bullshit Her dad was okay with it. Of course her dad was a fucking freak who was afraid his children would crucify him.
So. She found herself in a bookstore.
Flipping idly through a fashion magazine. Ooooh. Models of the male variety.
No way she was paying six dollars for a magazine that she could easily get on the internet.
She'd read it here.
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Still, Pete gives the teenager an idle glance and a cursory reading, then moves on to another customer.
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Anna shrugged and dropped the magazine with a yawn. Too public to try anything, creepy mccreepy'd probably kick her out if she lit up a smoke-
Oooooo.
A nearby display. Artbooks!
Malcom had a birthday coming up didn't he? She heads over-only to be shot down when she discovers that some of them (they're nice ones after all) are priced upwards of forty to fifty bucks.
This is an outrage!
Thus begins her hunt for creepy mccashier.
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