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Maggie’s head turned from reflex as the bookshop’s bell by the door jingled as someone entered in a rush. She had barely registered the drumming of rain against the store’s windows until she saw a man drenched in the doorway. A man she recognized. “It’s ok, just don’t shake like a dog or you’ll get it all over the books,” she teased. While it was clear she was teasing, there was something in her tone that suggested that there would be serious consequences if he did get any water on the books. “We have a little staff kitchen in the back. I can make you a crappy machine coffee or hot chocolate if you’d like to warm up?” Maggie offered, feeling a gentle mist of the outside cold reach her. “Maybe we can even get you some dry clothes.”
“I’d love to make a snarky comment about what you’ve just said to me, but I’m too wet and cold to think of something clever.” He commented, remaining very still in fear that she would actually kick him out if he were to get water near any of the books that were in the store. “I’ll take a crappy coffee and a dry shirt if you have one, I have a feeling this one is just going to have me remaining cold if I continue to wear it.” He grumbled, trying to pluck at the thing white cotton, only to grab his skin instead with a small hiss. “Permission to walk slowly through the books?”