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Her breath quickens, gaze averting from the stale pages of her novel to blocked sunshine, the figure of a woman in her sight. It doesn’t take her long to comprehend the situation—this was what she was leisurely standing around for. “They didn’t tell you, miss?” Margo asks genuinely, the hardcover in her hands haphazardly thrown into her bag. “It was rescheduled—the event. Instead of here, they’re hosting it a few blocks from this location.” Her lips curve in a faint smile, looking at the stranger in interest. “I could happily assist you there if you want?”
█ ▌Shay's fingertips dance across the hem of her shirt, clutching at wisps of fabric that are dangling from her clothes before she detaches them and leaves them unsettled and into the hands of the faint breeze. She blinks, almost surprised, when she hears her answer, tongue grazing over the flesh of her lower lip as her hands then shift to clasp before her. It takes her a moment, but a moment is all she really needs, to remember the forsaken manila envelope resting on her desk, one that probably contained the directions she requires at this moment. There's a sigh lingering on the tip of her tongue, but it doesn't fall, and instead, Shay smiles.
"Could you, please? It completely slipped my mind."