She’s not entirely sure what shop she’s burst into, and in all honesty, at present moment she doesn’t quite care. She’s put herself through an excessive amount of cardio in order to get to where she stands and still she’s moving fast, the bell above the door has barely finished ringing and she’s already at the far end of the shop, she doesn’t reply, in fact she doesn’t talk at all, instead she sinks down behind one of the many bookshelves and remains quiet as the bell above the door rings once more, signalling the entrance of someone else. All she can hear is heavy footsteps from her position, approaching, closer, closer, closer, and then nothing. Quiet. She doesn’t dare move until she hears an aggravated huff and footsteps growing quieter, and then, the shop bell ringing again. When she rises from her space behind the bookshelf she blows out a sigh of relief, a hand resting across the space where her heart should have resided.
He doesn’t pay mind to the female who nearly races past him and disappears between the shelves. He is simply too wrapped up in his own mind, a mind that threatens him on a daily basis. But as the door flies open again, this time to someone more rough than the females that entered before them, he can’t help but to arch an eyebrow. A feeling of déjà vu washes over him as he looks over the men probably searching his store. With a loud cough and a glare at the intruders he walks closer and in the end behind the counter. Simply to mark that he is in fact the store’s owner. One hesitates as the other still moves around, but in the end both give up and make their way out of the door with a bell. As they disappear from sight he turns towards the back of the store. He could faintly remember a customer rushing past him and seeing as how they also went looking in the far back someone had to be there. Letting out a sigh he walked down past the isles of books, the floor creaking with each step.