The Tale That Reads You ||Modern|| ~ Closed: chasingdownmyowndream ~
Jazz music filtered from the store's speakers, gently seeping into Mithien's senses. The twenty-four-year-old focused on the sound, feeling uncomfortable in the line up, jammed as she was between bodies. One small hand clenched the strap of her little purse as the other reached up to brush back a stray lock of honey hair as it fell across her eye.
A thin line of sweat was starting to gather beneath the lace-trimmed collar of her lavender blouse. Standing in close proximity with all these people was beginning to make her skin prickle with warmth. Chattering voices rose up around her as people in the line-up waited impatiently for the book to be released. Usually Mithien would wait for the book to have been out for a while before even purchasing it. However, JK Rowling was one of her favourites and she was desperate to unmoor herself from the world, to lose herself in the ink gathered between the covers of a new, exciting book.
She shifted on her feet a little and let out a breath. A part of her wished she had someone to share this with, but she had been so disconnected from everyone ever since...
Mithien pushed the thought away, concentrating hard on the sound of the music, trying to drown out the memories threatening to consume her.
The line shifted, causing the person behind her to be jostled against her back. "Sorry," Mithien called out automatically, turning her head over her shoulder to deliver the words to whoever was behind her. The person in question was a young man who stood much taller than her five feet and five inches of height.