“i’m... sorry?” jane’s eyes snapped up from the pile of books she’d set on the counter to the other other side. confusion pulled at her brows as she shook her head. he looked... familiar for some odd reason, even his voice sounded familiar somehow. she even felt a strange urge to slap his greasy face for some reason, yet of course, she refrained. where did that even come from anyway? she shook her head, motioning to the books on the counter. “i was just... trying to purchase these. i can... look around some more if you were in the middle of something.”