Cassie took a deep breath as she stood outside the front door for a moment. This was far from her favorite place to visit. While the smell of must wasn't unpleasant, she wasn't entirely comfortable being surrounded by quite so much weight in precariously stacked books. That she had a bit of a crush on the owner certainly didn't help things. She wasn't overly fond of crushes either. Crushes could easily lead to fooling around, and fooling around lead to labels, and trouble. She'd had enough of that in high school and college. Still, there was something here that she wanted to get for Izzie, not that a book, no matter how pricy could make up for what she very well could have done, but it was something at least. Besides, it was bound to be a lot warmer in there than it was out here.<br/><br/>Cassie pushed the door open, smiling just a little at the jangling of the bells. There was something about the sound of bells that always seemed to cheer her up. At least for a moment.<br/><br/>"Hey Mr. Heidermann," She said as she pulled off her gloves, trying to give him a smile. "I was hoping you could help me find something. A book that Izzie's been drooling over. I don't even know the title, but I do know it's a first edition, and you have it here." It was only as her eyes met his that she started to wonder at the intelligence of going anywhere public at the moment, but she didn't come here often. Surely he wouldn't notice that something was wrong. After all who payed attention to things like a more plain hair style than usual other than stylists? She started to fidget a bit with her ponytail.