+ paintstrokesandtea
It was rare for the doctor to be found outside of surgery. He made no habits of being particularly sociable outside of the wayward dinner party or customary luncheon, and his busy schedule and personable demeanor often excused him from such things in the eyes of coworkers and acquaintances.There were, however, times when the young surgeon felt the need for the peace and quiet of a library, and one not so filled with science and medicine as his home collection in East Finchley.
Running his fingers over the row of spines, Niles inhaled the old, rustic scents of pages and bindings, wandering his way down the isle in search of nothing in particular. He almost didn't notice when he bumped the woman reading there, taking half a minute to blink and turn and formulate the appropriate apologetic smile.
"Oh - I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to intrude... I wasn't aware this was a private reading nook." He spoke kindly, the words teasing, but polite.
