Rowan was working the counter at The Toadstool, looking busy whenever her boss was near her, but taking out her textbook and notes whenever there weren’t eyes on her. She found work, while partially necessary, to be tedious and if it weren’t for the money aspect, it would be completely boring. She could be using this time to keep her mind sharp, to work on practice tests, but no, here she was, bored out of her mind.
She was looking down when someone familiar entered, the bell on the door jingling as they did. She looked up and smiled; finally a break in the dullness. “What are you doing here?” Rowan asked with a smile. “Looking for a copy of Tolstoy to help get you through the week?” she joked, though she didn’t know if it really came off as a good one. She never considered herself to be a really funny person.
Bea walked into the Toadstool, her bag slung over her shoulder as she pushed open the door. She looked over to the cute employee that always sat at the counter studying, a smile tugged at her lips. “Bonjour, chéri.” She called out in her thick french accent. ”While I do enjoy Tolstoy, though I was hoping you would be able to help me with something else.” She asked, a brow arching inquisitively.
She pulled a book out of her bag and placed it on the counter. “What is your recommendation for someone who has finished this?” She asked. The book she was referencing was The Feminine Mystique. She leaned forward against the counter.




















