“——Oh! i’m sorry, is this yours? i didn’t mean to trespass”

                   her words spilled from her lips at a break neck pace, a common cause of her anxieties of bothering someone else. for she meant no harm, purely just curiousity as she had found some books resting upon a table that she had once thought was abandoned. she was too nosey for her own good ( a bad habit she needed to nip in the butt before it caused her true harm ). a tentative step taken back as if to reassure the other she meant no harm in what she had been doing.