[It's not so hard to find the new reading material. Rosalind skims it, and then rereads it as she notices her name. But oh, this is-- and there's really no other word for it-- cute. Cute and sweet, and though she isn't smiling, there's something lighter in her gaze.]
I rather like that I'm still aloof.
[She calls it out to the figure so obviously engrossed in her romance novels.]
library;
I rather like that I'm still aloof.
[She calls it out to the figure so obviously engrossed in her romance novels.]