<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6457318/1118full-emilie-de-ravin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belle French<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Librarian<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, 1st Day A.E.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Granny's Diner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mentioning Soren, Chas, Emma<br/><br/><hr/><br/>One of the effects of the curse was the routine of the town. Of course, that didn't mean Belle French minded. She had her library, small though it was, and she had most everything she needed right here in Storybrooke. She'd never been one for big cities, so this suited her just fine. However, she longed to travel and explore the world. Learn its secrets and experience the adventures she'd read about. The only problem was that no one ever seemed to actually leave Storybrooke.<br/><br/>Her father owned the flower shop in town, and they were extremely close, so she never felt lonely or in need of companionship. Perhaps it was true that she didn't have much of a 'social life,' but that was more by choice than anything else. It wasn't that she didn't like people. She loved them, and she was friendly and likeable. It was just that she tended to prefer books. She always had her nose stuck in a book, and her head up in the clouds. That made it a bit difficult to not be thought of as a bit peculiar by most other girls her age.<br/><br/>She hadn't ever really had interest in dating either, which led to rumors...of course. That didn't prevent boys from offering, but most gave up after she politely refused a few times. Maybe it was her own fault for reading too many fantasies and romances, but she couldn't imagine just 'dating' someone. She wanted someone who made her heart race at least a little. She wasn't naive enough to think it would be love at first sight, but at least<em>something</em>.<br/><br/>Every morning before she opened up the library, she had a croissant and a cup of tea at Granny's Diner. Granny knew just how she liked her English breakfast tea. Two lumps of sugar and a dash of cream. This morning the chesnut haired young woman wore a brown plaid skirt and a draped gray shirt that hugged her petite curves nicely. (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9b/8c/cf/9b8ccf01ff4b4504e1a398bdb0b77674.jpg) Brown boots completed the ensemble, and her brunette curls framed her pretty face perfectly as she entered the restaurant with the tell-tale jingle of the bell above the door.<br/><br/>She noticed a few things as she entered. First was, of course, the blonde newcomer. Storybrooke never had visitors, so this was unusual. With a kind smile, Belle passed by Emma and took a seat at her usual table by one of the shuttered windows. One of the other things she noticed was Soren Magnus. He was a local carpenter, but he was loner who only ventured into town every couple of weeks. Luckily, because Belle ate in Granny's every day, she saw him each time he visited. She'd always felt the pull to talk to him, but he usually made it quite clear that he wasn't open to socializing. Perhaps today she'd go over anyway. After all, she did need some repairs done to the shelves in the library, so she had a good reason. If not today, then maybe she could visit him at his trailer. See where he lived...<br/><br/>Her curious fantasy was interrupted when she also saw that one of her 'favorite' people in town was present. Chas Fortier. Egostical womanizer and muscle-head extraordinaire. Hoping that she could avoid his attention, she met Granny's eyes and silently pleaded for the older woman to not draw attention to her. However, in such a small diner, the hope was pointless...and she knew it. Getting out the book she had with her--Belle always had a book in her purse--she opened it up and started to read about the history of ancient Britain.