Things Reborn, Wednesday, 3/18
Claire started her workday with a great deal of gratitude that nothing was falling or throwing things from the sky today. She was still upset about UCLA, but it had moved from black clouds of despair to a general feeling that she was just right to be pessimistic about things anyhow.
In between customers, she planned to organize and put away the latest shipments of used books and magazines.
By 11 a.m., this had turned into sitting on the floor by the bookshelves flipping through Harlequin romances with shirtless men and heaving bosoms on the covers just to giggle at the purplest prose in the dirty bits.
Some of the images were going to stay with her for a while.
[OOC; Open store, no OCD.]
In between customers, she planned to organize and put away the latest shipments of used books and magazines.
By 11 a.m., this had turned into sitting on the floor by the bookshelves flipping through Harlequin romances with shirtless men and heaving bosoms on the covers just to giggle at the purplest prose in the dirty bits.
Some of the images were going to stay with her for a while.
[OOC; Open store, no OCD.]