Deftly her hands skimmed through the delicate ivory pages, completely absorbed in the task of reading the faded black ink covering many of them, ocean eyes tracking the curves and harsh scribble of the author of the book she currently browsed through. The content was intriguing in the slightest; theories regarding right and wrong, the whole good vs evil stuff that was neither right or wrong in her opinion. No, she believed everyone possessed their own ideal 'right' and 'wrong' and many times one individuals theory on the matter clashed with another, although reading some strangers thoughts on the matter was intriguing even when she didn't agree to them.
Flicking the page over she pursed her lips, scanning the page quickly. None of the content was new to her, having read through this particular work many times already in an hour or so of boredom; nor did she discover new bits, a new angle to look at something from or anything like that which strongly indicated that there was no use in keeping the book any more. Overall it was in fairly good condition; the text was readable and the ink not too faded, the pages only slightly yellowed with the odd corner folded down. Closing the book she lightly tan her hand over the leather cover that hugged the pages, picking it up she placed it in the donate pile before reaching over and grabbing the next one in which she needed to review and make the choice whether to keep or not.
Whilst she worked she snuck looks towards the dark male as he worked, unable to repel the thought that a working man was a sight to behold. The slight stretch of muscle and the concentration upon his face made interrupting him incredibly tempting, although she managed just about to continue with her own task rather then picking up where they had just left off.
Upon the completion of going through her books she rose lazily onto her feet, raising her arms over her head she stretched her muscles out, prolonging the action more then she probably needed to but she was all for giving her dark night a show. Moving into the doorway she eyed him with a smile upon dark lips, “Hows it going?”
Photo courtesy of Analog Weapon, texture by SweettEmottion
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