â€œWe are, sort of...â€<span style="color: #BF00BF">His chuckle had her head cocking to the side, her smile growing as she leaned against the wall of books, not noticing the space between them, but rather that he was just there. It was a nice change, to feel safe enough around him to not need to be so conscientious all the time about him getting too close when he seemed incredibly respectful of her personal space. That fact alone had her heart fluttering for a moment, before the moment passed, trying to focus on what he was saying rather than how with each thing he did, he said, made him all the more likely to be her hero.</span><br/><br/>â€œI mean I knew of this place, right? So, it would have to be a place that I knew and therefore someplace that I would go to, correct? Besides, my therapist says that I need to break routine once in a while and while I don't read often I do read on occasion so this is good for meâ€<span style="color: #BF00BF"><span style="font-style: italic">Well, that doesn't necessarily mean that you've been here more than a few times...so I still feel you're doing this for me...</span> Lily thought to herself, eyes wholly focused on him.</span>â€œAnything you recommend for a beginner reader? Nothing smartass either, like curious George or the cow goes moo. I can read at a perfectly respectable 5th grade level.â€<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">His grin was so infectious, she didn't even notice how he'd just confirmed her suspicions about the reason for the trip. Instead, she turned her attention to the books, trying to figure out what he may like. Every once in a while, she'd slant a sideways glance in his direction, trying to size up what she knew of him, which was admittedly very little, along with what she could infer.<br/><br/>Hand sliding along the spines once more, she wandered around the corner of a wall of books, toward another section, eyes scanning the titles. Finding one, she pulled it free of its perch, leafing through the pages quickly before closing it once more to search for another. She set it on the table behind her, allowing her to use both hands to look for another book as her mind wandered over her options. Careful to stay away from war ones, not wanting to step on any toes, Lily focused on some of her old favorites, pulling them free of their shelves. Thinking that three was a good number to show to him, she wandered back, scooping up the book she'd left on the table to find him again.<br/><br/>"It's not too much, as I wasn't really sure what sort of books you'd like...But I've chosen a few of my favorites, thinking you may like them. Though, I know they aren't for everyone, figured it might be worth a look?" she offered, holding them out toward him cautiously. Granted, they all had some form of romantic entanglement within their pages, as well as tragedy, but it was to varying depths. <br/><br/>It was almost like baring her soul to him, letting him see the books and such that she liked in such fashion. She just hoped he wouldn't laugh at her selections.</span>