Continued from [x] with @emystic
She wasnât looking for anything particular; just looking through the art books in hope that something might catch her attention. As usual Nunnally was not attentive to her surroundings, deep in her thoughts. It was only when she heard the voice complaining about her perfumes that she suddenly found herself back in the bookshop. She turned to face a man only to discover a young boy, presumably a teenager, clearly talking to her. Did she really put too much? She usually didn't as strong smells were, indeed, impolite. But there was also something weird about the boy. Bright yellow eyes? Almost like a tiger. She covered her mouth with her both hands. Both embarrassed about the smell and the smile that his unusual appearance brought onto her face: --
âIâŚI am so sorry. I was not aware it is so strong. I only put some rose waterâŚusually no-one complains about it.â â then she had that thought that perhaps it is because they were in the closed room â âDo you think it is really that bad? Perhaps I should leaveâŚâ â but she just found the book she liked so sheâd rather stay and purchase it.
