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fandomtownies2021-02-09 01:57 pm
defenderofdesmoines) wrote in fandomtownies2021-02-09 01:57 pm
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The Perk | Tuesday Afternoon
Annie didn't really have anything better to do today after her training than to head to the Perk - it was cold enough out that there was a certain appeal to getting something cozy to sip on and doing some people-watching.
And once she had a latte and had picked out a chair to curl up in, she was all set to screw around on her phone for awhile when she made the mistake of glancing at a table with some discarded reading material on it. And there, with yesterday's newspaper and a Dan Brown paperback she'd continue ignoring, sat a pristine, hardcover copy of Extra-Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven, by Vanya Hargreeves.
"....what." Annie actually looked around the shop like this might be some kind of prank, or something? Maybe whoever had left it here was still here? But it was empty except for her and the baristas (who took exactly zero interest in her, so, probably not their book) before her gaze returned to the book.
And on the one hand, she was very proud of herself for how long she stayed in her seat, just eyeing the book from across the way and then trying to go back to her phone. She had Queen Maeve's Instagram to check - a book about her boyfriend's incredibly-messed up childhood, written by his estranged sister? Pff, not nearly as interesting as what Maeve had for breakfast, okay?
On the other...it really didn't matter how long she ignored the book, because she ultimately did reach over and pick it up. She didn't open it right away, but...okay, she could look at the cover a little, since she had never seen a picture of Vanya and that was a legitimate thing to be interested in. And maybe there was, like, a blurb on the back? (And then she would get rid of it. Because this thing seemed like it was placed here specifically to tempt her.)
(And maybe she'd read the inside dust jacket flap, okay.)
(But that was it.)
[Waiting for one in particular but it's an open coffee shop, yo.]
And once she had a latte and had picked out a chair to curl up in, she was all set to screw around on her phone for awhile when she made the mistake of glancing at a table with some discarded reading material on it. And there, with yesterday's newspaper and a Dan Brown paperback she'd continue ignoring, sat a pristine, hardcover copy of Extra-Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven, by Vanya Hargreeves.
"....what." Annie actually looked around the shop like this might be some kind of prank, or something? Maybe whoever had left it here was still here? But it was empty except for her and the baristas (who took exactly zero interest in her, so, probably not their book) before her gaze returned to the book.
And on the one hand, she was very proud of herself for how long she stayed in her seat, just eyeing the book from across the way and then trying to go back to her phone. She had Queen Maeve's Instagram to check - a book about her boyfriend's incredibly-messed up childhood, written by his estranged sister? Pff, not nearly as interesting as what Maeve had for breakfast, okay?
On the other...it really didn't matter how long she ignored the book, because she ultimately did reach over and pick it up. She didn't open it right away, but...okay, she could look at the cover a little, since she had never seen a picture of Vanya and that was a legitimate thing to be interested in. And maybe there was, like, a blurb on the back? (And then she would get rid of it. Because this thing seemed like it was placed here specifically to tempt her.)
(And maybe she'd read the inside dust jacket flap, okay.)
(But that was it.)
[Waiting for one in particular but it's an open coffee shop, yo.]