#gallnerverse

there's little room for misinterpretation. despite that, her greatest skill seems to be ruining these sorts of things -- she looks behind her, as if maybe he'd actually been talking to someone else. (it'd be an egregious leap in logic, even for her.) a flush forms under her freckles, warming her ears. "wh -- um. wh - who, me? o-oh." annette ducks her head, adjusting glasses nervously. flattering the assistant librarian won't do much, since this particular library has already gotten a copy of his most recent book, but she's not sure that's the situation. "i m - i m-mean, um. th - than-nk you. i-it -- um -- y-yeah."