Jan 27, 2016
@bkmnjr
The vast selection of genres, the small coffee shop at the center and the likely minded people made that particular bookstore her favorite in the neighborhood, and she felt at home inside it. Greeting a couple of workers on her way to her usual table, she noticed a redhead looking at her and offered him a smile, not quite expecting him to say something, much less in French.
“Salut, monsieur.” She replied, perfectly emulating the beautiful sonority of the language she so admired, but quickly admitting with a timid upturn of lips. “That is about as much French as you’ll get from me unannounced.”