<div class="floatleft">(http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/images/redhead.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Delicate matters call for evil plots...</em></div><hr/><hr/><br/>She watched the approach with barely concealed amusement, turning her head at the tentative posture. The brunette was like a mouse, quiet and timid. Leah smiled warmly, eyes skating over the woman from head to toe before landing on her stormy eyes. "Well, you are in the poetry section... Is there a book I can help you find?" She asked, still holding the book she'd picked from a different alphabetical order. Her eyes drifted up and past, having a keen situational awareness working in a store full of students, college ones at that. Him again! She almost felt her knees lock up, and the air still in her lungs. He obviously knew what he was looking for, or looking at because he seemed a little dumbfounded as he started at her- no both of them.<br/><br/>Leah raised one eyebrow into an arch, watching him fumble a bit through his three things. His rambling was slight adorable, and she looked down at the book in her hands. Her green eyes flickered with a devilish sort of glee and she shook her head. "Is that all, really? One, The Poetry of Robert Frost is only assigned in two classes and neither of which are freshman classes. I'd imagine Mr. Kramer is being particular about his texts again. Two, thank you... I appreciate the compliment, and its nice of you to notice. Three, you're offering me a date for this book?" Leah asked softly, holding the text in her long, pale fingers.<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted down to the girl in front of her, grinning wickedly, "If this is the book you're looking for as well, know that this is only copy we have. It could take a week atleast for it to be shipped to us. What would your counter offer be for me to give this book to you?" She was treading some interesting waters because, it could be that chance was not so nice this time around. Perhaps the book wasn't what the brunette was looking for. Which would be defeating her purpose. True, the dark haired man was gorgeous- but also, the female was pretty. If her little plan worked... If only.