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>yeah, you're not sure why you did that, except the obvious attempt to get into the woman's good graces. Going by her amused smirk, it worked, at least to a point.
"What a gentleman."
"I couldn't bear to see these books in the ground."
>you think your response was lame, but you're not sure if the raised eyebrow means she thinks the same or actually believes your excuse, before bending over to pick more books. A pity that shirt and that apron are in the way, you're sure the cleavage would be amazing.
>eventually, you've picked all the dropped books and placed them on a nearby.
"Well, no idea of who you are, but thanks for helping me out, whoever you are."
"I'm Anon."
>the woman nods, bangs bouncing alongside her bust. It's impossible for you not to look down for a quick sec, but her amused smile eases you somewhat.
"Sumireko Ogawa. So, have you found anything that interested you, good samaritan?"
>you hand her the Lodoss War book.
"Ah, Ryo Mizuno. You like fantasy then?"
"Love it. Shit, I write it too."
>and thanks to being open-minded, you don't really care whether it's about generic Tolkien high fantasy, Howard-like heroic fantasy, or Martin's low fantasy.
>Sumireko raises a surprised eyebrow at that.
"You're a writer too, uh?"
>you feel your own eyebrow rise at her question.