"Yeah," She nodded, in confirmation of her name, a little surprised that he'd remembered. The only reason she had any idea of who he was because of that damned... She wasn't gonna think about that right now. Right now it was all about Izzie, she cleared her throat self consciously. "I'm sorry, I know how frustrating it is when someone comes in for something and they have no idea what. At least when they do it to me they generally don't mind if I get a little creative."<br/><br/>She moved closer to the desk, idly scratching the cat on his head as an excuse to duck her head. She was blushing and she knew it. Oddly enough, beyond the owner, this cat was probably her favorite thing about the whole store. He added character. It had always made her sad that the poor thing had lost an eye and more than once she'd wondered why. It really was nice of Mr. Heidermann to have taken him in. The pang in her head was as much a reminder as she needed that she was getting off topic.<br/><br/>"The book, umm..." What was it that Izzie had always been saying about it? Right now she really wished that she'd paid more attention. "Really old, like really,<em>really</em>old. It's in English, a female author. It's supposed to be like, one of the best novels ever written or something. It was a twisted love story, I remember that much for sure." Damn this headache it was making it hard to think straight.