Continued from [x] with @emystic
She wasn’t looking for anything particular; just looking through the art books in hope that something might catch her attention. As usual Nunnally was not attentive to her surroundings, deep in her thoughts. It was only when she heard the voice complaining about her perfumes that she suddenly found herself back in the bookshop. She turned to face a man only to discover a young boy, presumably a teenager, clearly talking to her. Did she really put too much? She usually didn't as strong smells were, indeed, impolite. But there was also something weird about the boy. Bright yellow eyes? Almost like a tiger. She covered her mouth with her both hands. Both embarrassed about the smell and the smile that his unusual appearance brought onto her face: --
“I…I am so sorry. I was not aware it is so strong. I only put some rose water…usually no-one complains about it.” – then she had that thought that perhaps it is because they were in the closed room – “Do you think it is really that bad? Perhaps I should leave…” – but she just found the book she liked so she’d rather stay and purchase it.
