Galway Girl [Closed]

[SolitareLee]

"I don't drink coffee," she snapped. "And that 'song' wasn't for you," she added, face flushing with the confirmation that he'd definitely been listening, god only knew for how long.

She flushed darker, stamping her feet angrily on the ground as she followed him, more because she was pissed off and wanted to get up in his face about it than any desire to actually go where he was going. "And if I thought you were asking me out, I wouldn't have let that arm go," she promised darkly. She'd shoved the last person who asked her out down the stairs. Mind, he'd been a werewolf, and he hadn't asked her out so much as suggested they fuck, but still, that was about the only 'asked out' she'd ever been. "Look, I'm not interested in..." she waved her hand vaguely at all of him. "Whatever it is you are, 'Professor.' I know this town is full of all sorts of things, and we all like to live and let live, but I have enough troublesome men in my life without another one flitting around." One. She had one troublesome man. But he was very troublesome and very man so he counted for about fifty.

"And those books better be in perfect condition when you return them," she added darkly, a threatening finger in his face. "The last time we rented out to a totally-normal-innocently-curious person who just so happened to want a bunch of witchy books, they had spilled god only knows what on half of them. Those are valuable."