>>280393443>the woman, Sumireko, takes you to the counter and passes the book through the reader."I'm a writer myself. Well, more like used to. I even won an award when I was just fifteen."
>that rueful smile is as radiant as the sun in spite of the feeling causing it."Of course, the passion began to fade away as I grew older."
>and bigger, you think to yourself as your gaze goes to Sumireko's chest before focusing back on her face."Do you still write?"
"Sometimes I write in forums and image boards, but they're simple and short, nothing compared to the stuff I wrote in my heyday."
"What genre, may I ask?"
>Sumireko's smile becomes a bit more positive."Mystery. Not thriller and that political stuff, actual supernatural incidents. The occult appeals to me in ways other genres don't."
>you nod as Sumireko hands you your acquisition."And you? What do you write?"
"Fantasy. I'm not focused on any particular subgenre, so long as it doesn't take place on Earth and is medieval."
>Sumireko hums toughtfully at your statement."We're not so different you and I then, Anon."
>she then smiles and leans onward, her boobs resting on the register."Also, I'm pretty sure I've seen you ogling me a few times before.
>you pale at her words, but she just giggles (and jiggles)"Yeah, you weren't exactly subtle, stranger. Can't exactly blame you though; the first thing every man I've met or know of did was stare at my tits."
>she grabs one of her breasts and gropes herself, not helping your burning face.