They had been in perfect order! All those books! How many were there, twelve? Thirteen? And she had the pages marked in the enormous one, but it looked like all the makeshift bookmarks had fallen out. Everything was ruined!
What came out was a quiet, "Oh, no, it's fine." She couldn't really trouble anyone, really. They all had their things to be done, too... Maybe she was being selfish. Michael probably had somewhere to be.
Like the kitchens?
Evelyn glanced up at him, making eye contact momentarily before returning to re-order her books. When she pushed her damned fringe out of the way, a splotch of ink that had been on her hand was transferred in a smudge across the bridge of her nose. "No, I'm okay, thank you." After a moment of awkwardly shuffling her books, she stopped and glanced up. "Where were you heading so quickly?" she asked, hoping not to offend him.
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