"Attendez," she repeated automatically, wrapping her tongue around the word, before she flushed angrily, realizing what she'd just done. She wasn't here for a fucking French lesson! Not from some... stupid French alcoholic or whatever! Not even anyone who bought books, probably. Just some dude, whose house she'd been sent to as a prank. Face burning with humiliation and anger, she pulled her foot out of his door. "Sorry," she grumbled. "Some asshole told me you collected books. But I'm not a child!" she added with a snap, in the way of most people who either are still, or have only barely ceased being, children. "Not like anyone would want to go in your rank-ass house," she added sourly under her breath.
Shop on Fifth. Ugh. She'd never get a good price for these at a regular shop. They'd give her a fraction of their worth. At that point, might as well not even bother.
A... job then, maybe... and if she... saved for a few years... Her fingers tightened on the box. She didn't know how to fix her problem, but she knew how she could feel better; she was going to find and beat the ever-living snot out of fucking Jason Thomas.