Anxious, anxious. He was starting to get used to the bitterness of it. A bookstore's customers were an anxious lot, and those who frequented his sort of bookstore most of all.
Fortunately for them, he could be very reassuring.
"Hello!" he called cheerfully from where he stood between the shelves. He was making minor and apparently nonsensical rearrangements of the books to make the whole of them taste better as a unit. He was contemplating moving some of the young adult books closer to the romance, and further from the children's books. Sometimes he was in the mood for more salty-sweetness.
He'd worn a simply grey suit with a dark red waistcoat and matching leather gloves today. He'd tied his hair with a sheer coral handkerchief that matched his pocket square, and he'd shaved enough that the color of his skin was more obviously unnatural in the right light. A certain amount of stubble lent him the illusion of imperfection, but he wasn't in the mood for it today.
"Do you desire my service, mademoiselle? Only let me know, and I will be happy to be of use to you."
Fortunately for them, he could be very reassuring.
"Hello!" he called cheerfully from where he stood between the shelves. He was making minor and apparently nonsensical rearrangements of the books to make the whole of them taste better as a unit. He was contemplating moving some of the young adult books closer to the romance, and further from the children's books. Sometimes he was in the mood for more salty-sweetness.
He'd worn a simply grey suit with a dark red waistcoat and matching leather gloves today. He'd tied his hair with a sheer coral handkerchief that matched his pocket square, and he'd shaved enough that the color of his skin was more obviously unnatural in the right light. A certain amount of stubble lent him the illusion of imperfection, but he wasn't in the mood for it today.
"Do you desire my service, mademoiselle? Only let me know, and I will be happy to be of use to you."