The weather must have been too sunny to bring in customers, if they were anything like her, she preferred to read on rainy days, cuddled up with her cat with a hot cocoa. On days like this, she mostly wanted to venture into the woods and shift into her animal form; Ivig Groove that is. Direfield always gave her a rush of dread and anxiety, and the place was often too triggering for her to even venture near the place.
However, the clock read twenty three minutes past two; the day grudgingly wanting to move forward. The only customer they currently had was one that seemed lost amongst a labyrinth of books, and after ten minutes of watching them struggle to find the ideal story to delve their nose in, she decided to leave the counter and ask if they needed assistance. After all, she loved books and poetry herself and if any of her bookworm knowledge could become of use, she hoped the other could benefit from it. Though she was not an expert by any means, she had yet to read the most of the bookstore as the place could seem endless, and could even seem overwhelming to those unfamiliar with the place. However, she knew her way around the bookstore as well as a librarian.
“You look so lost,” she laughed lightly, “Can I help you?”