āAh, shit,ā Naomi cursed softly as she juggled a stack of fresh text books between her arms. Sheād decide to take a quick peek at them before returning to her room, only to discover that there was a book titledĀ āChemistry: The Molecular Nature of Matter and Changeā among them. Surely an error, unless the American higher education system considered general chemistry and laboratory skills essential to the study of humanities.Ā
āHey-ā she greeted the first person to cross her path. She wasnāt shy about chatting to strangers, she never had been, āI just picked up a book order and I think I got somebody elseās book,ā perhaps,Ā ā-or a wrong book anyway,ā she conceded,Ā āDo you know who I talk to or if I can just give it to somebody?ā she asked plainly, deciding it was better to deal with it rather than let it collect dust or serve as a door stop in her bedroom.Ā
āIād be happy just to leave it in the nearest chem lab with a note that saysĀ āyour lucky dayā on it but I donāt know if somebody already paid for this,ā she noted. Textbooks were notoriously expensive and she was pretty sure that science books were just about the worst.