Galway Girl [Closed]

[SolitareLee]

She nodded along. That made sense, she'd probably missed him when she'd... Hm, he hadn't actually said what it was he taught, had he? She clicked her tongue against her teeth thoughtfully, but didn't press anymore on the issue. She was too busy being complimented, which was a rare enough sensation that it caught her off guard every time. She flushed slightly with the praise, and even smiled a bit as she answered.

"Archival works, hopefully. I'm working on my English thesis right now so I haven't had too much time to start thinking about it..." Technically speaking, she'd started her Library Science degree this semester, but it was a summer semester and those were always a bit loose. "Although I'm hoping I can do something with the library's restoration program." She didn't mention she'd been the one to kick it off the ground with $5000 of very hard-earned money. He'd see the plaque eventually, if he kept lurking around this library, and it felt too much like bragging to call it 'hers,' even though it was certainly her passion project.

She blinked in surprise at the little bouquet, taking it automatically without even thinking about it. In Valesport, one really shouldn't accept things from strangers, but no one had ever given her flowers before, even such a... weird little bundle. They were pretty. She stared at them in confusion for a moment, turning a bit of a slight pink herself. "Um... Thank you...?" She'd better not get cursed or followed home or something weird. Maybe she should use one of those flower dictionaries herself, after he left, just in case. For now, she set them in her pencil cup, delicately, and began scanning and loading his books into the box. By size, the largest and heaviest on bottom, so that the most delicate could be spared any undue pressure.

"Here you go, Mr. Jackson," she said, her eyes tracing a bit glumly over the mound of books she needed to run through circulation and then reshelf. That'd be the rest of her afternoon, probably. She'd probably have to cut her run short so she could do more work on her paper at home while she still had thumbs. "Good luck with your..." She waved her hand vaguely at the box. "...Research."