<div class="floatleft">(http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/images/redhead.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Leah watches eye candy...</em></div><hr/><hr/><br/>The bookstore was a quiet bustle, people perusing the shelves for midterm materials, research texts and the heavy books professors of the University decided to assign on the unsuspecting student population. Thankfully, the owner had a loan plan for most of the pricey textbooks with the ability to return them at the end of the term. Many of the smaller books that were studied were strictly buy only, not borrow. Besides the offers of personal reading as well as class assigned books, they offered a hang out of sorts for the general population. It was usually packed with college students in study groups, or drinking coffee, and nibbling on food.<br/><br/>Moving from table to table, she greeted a few of the students she knew on sight. Like them she had studied many of the subjects their professors thought were truly important on their way to their degrees. Her completed Bachelor's Degree in English was help to some of the students, and her vast knowledge of the bookstore and its arrangements even better. The lithe red head stopped to greet one of the males that was doing his thesis on modern influences of Greek mythology. Writing a few book titles on a fresh sheet of paper, she grinned- shaking her head at his offer for dinner.<br/><br/>A tinkle of the bell made her turn, lifting her eyes to the brunette looking around nervously. She smiled, pretending not to see- watching the curvy body move across the floor. Very pretty, and far more innocent than she was. Leah cleaned up a few tables, holding an arm full of books before she realized she'd lost track of the girl. She blew out a breath, stirring the curly red strands away from her face. Damn. Another sound of the bell, and she turned, catching sight of someone else she had not seen here. A gut reaction hit her, and she gasped, pale lips parting in surprise. His gaze smoldered on her's, and she froze, stilling at the barely concealed hunger in his eyes. He turned away and she tried to remember how to breathe again.<br/><br/>Shaking the red tangle of curls over her shoulders, she took an unsteady lungful of air. Moving, she disappeared into the stacks, refusing to be distracted by the dark haired, well built male. Very tasty looking, but hardly her type for the moment. She ran into the poetry section, only a few books left to replace on the crowded shelves. Moving down the isle, she carried the last- a sci fi classic to its section. On the way, she spied the curvy little brunette. Straightening the shelves, she watched the luscious backside sway and grinned.