HE STANDS IN THE FICTION AISLE of the bookstore, looking between two books. more specifically, the back cover to get a better idea of the plot. from his peripheral, sosa manages to spot someone, and lifts his head to see— oh, fuck. although he tries his hardest to get along with and be there for his fellow demigods, talia kaya is someone he tends to avoid. he hates to be rude, but everytime they cross paths, sosa walks out of the conversation feeling a thousand times worse than he did going in. he looks away the moment he spots her, hoping that maybe they won’t notice him standing there. quietly, he tries to put away one of the books in an attempt to leave the aisle they were both standing in.