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The Shield and Stone was quiet, and Steve wanted to like it that way. But, he knew heâd be lying to himself if the white noise of the bookstore didnât grate on him a little. Inaction made him feel like was missing something, like there was something more he should be doing- but, of course, this was Soulport. There wasnât anything else.
He usually filled his days by sketching, and that was exactly what he was doing when the little bell above the door jangled, and his head shot up from the page to greet whoever had walked in.Â
âCan I- help you?â
Given that she worked nights, it wasnât rare to see Natasha around Soulport during the day, albeit not too early. There were always various errands to run, and occasionally people to catch up with. That day, with the current show coming towards the end of itâs run and the next auditions having been announced, Natasha had decided to head to the bookstore to find something for inspiration.
Technology was all well and good, and she admittedly did own an e-reader, but there was something she loved about holding an actual book in her hand.
Stepping in through the door, she glanced up briefly at the bell before turning her attention to the man who had greeted her, offering him a small smile. âWell I hope so,â she nodded. âYou keep the classics in stock, I presume?â