Rivan reflected that she had always meant to attempt to bring up the topic of the bad placement of the desk in the store with her father, yet another thing she had never been able to do. Too many of those. But when the bell rang out with the dulcet sweet tones that informed her in the jingle the door had opened, and that, hopefully, a costumer had entered she couldn't help but think of that. There was an upside to having the desk here though, in the little alcove that it was hidden away in, for the window alone she would have placed her desk here to spend the hours with no one present inside the store or its shelfs simply staring and admiring the vista of the city. Yet still, not being able to greet those who entered might cause a bit of a problem eventually. She sighed, replacing the tome of Keat's poetry on the gleaming oak of the desk that was scattered with pens and bits of paper, very much the desk of some sort of scholar just by the disray it found itself holding.<br/><br/>It took little time for her to traverse the distance between her desk and the front of the store, her steps making short work as she made her way through the mini maze. Yet even with that by the time she reached the front there was no one there, no customer waiting imperiously for her to wait upon them, no scholar with a particular treasure being sought, no tourist wanting to buy something just for the sake of buying something here. Odd. She pursed her lips slightly and turned to the rows of shelves behind her, wandering first through English Literature, then into World Mythology. Nothing, and nothing in Prose and Poetry, or in Artist and Prints of their Works, all labeled neatly by the placards her father had so lovingly purchased. He had spoiled his store like a child, able to afford it by his work in translations, in his knack of finding treasures in auction buys and then finding collectors to pay a fortune for them. A knack and skill his daughter now possessed as well.<br/><br/>She rounded a corner, going into Historical section and was startled to see a male figure further along in the section that was a gray area, both History and Reference books at once. "Found you at last," she heard his words, startled at the sudden awarenss of how silent it had been inside the store, the sort of hushed atmosphere that happened in places like this book store and libraries. Her eyes went from him to the way his hand caressed the book his eyes were so riveted on. Her steps carried her closer, Iva's chocloate eyes deepening as a slight frown marred her brown. He seemed to know his way around here better then most, particularly to this, a less popular area of the store. Her russet cotton dress whispered with her movement, the color nearly blending her in with the books and shelves in the twilight gloom that now incased the store, perhaps she should turn on the lights soon she mused even as her lips parted to speak,<br/><br/>"Hello sir. May I help you with something?" She queried politely.