Jul 1, 2015
sayasuda
“Mystery novels? Well I’m sure we have more than enough of them.” Rosalina slowly gets on her feet, her finger to her lips. She knows there are many mystery books in her library; there have to be, because she remembers reading some of them when there’s nobody else in the building.
She walks to a shelf and uses a ladder to look at the upper level. Her head then turns to face the youth that has requested the popular genre, and she purses her lips. “Did you have any series or author in mind? Anything plot-related?”
