“Of course,” he replied to her question, though his response merely polite and rather inconsequential. As she pulled her hair back, the archaeologist carefully removed the books from his bag and gently set them upon the counter, removing his backpack so it was out of the way. Julian paid little mind to her as she worked, more curious and intrigued by his surroundings. The small shop was certainly well cared for, each of the shelves he could see from his relative vicinity were neatly placed in a comprehensive order, first by subject matter, then by title. Her textbooks seemed to have an entire section to themselves and this piqued Julian’s interest, making a mental note to perhaps check around. The current semester just started and he already had most of his books, but there was one in particular that proved difficult to find.
When the shopkeeper spoke, muttering mostly to herself, it pulled Julian back in and he quickly returned his attention to her as she carefully flipped through the pages with practiced ease. He could not help but wonder just how many books people brought in for her to examine in much the same way as she did now for these he had set before her. Those blue eyes darting between the pages with earnest stood out in particular to him; finding a keen interest on the subject matter, perhaps? Then, with that, the books were gently closed and she had turned to her computer, typing deftly over the P.O.S.’s keyboard. With a blink, he straightened, rolling back on the heels of his boots.
One-twenty. Hundred and twenty? Considering the few hundred he had paid for these books in total, it was a reasonable number. More than he expected to get back, even. Brows raised, he hummed in response before giving a small nod. “Yes, I think that is reasonable. Is it possible to get some back as cash, another part as in store credit? If so, I’d like to peruse a moment,” he replied.