lock don't bother

"Uh, you go to my school right?" she said, already knowing the answer

"I know you already know the answer, Vivian," He said as his face started returning to its normal color.

"You just read my freaking mind" she blurted out. She blushed harder, her face almost the colour of a tomato, "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, yes you did."

"Um, well, hi Leon." she replied. She had known him since 7th grade and had a crush on him since 9th.

"Hey, Vivian," He replied back. He had known her since 6th grade and had a crush on her since 9th.

"So uh, what're you doing in the antique shop?" she said, butterflies going in her stomach

"It was raining outside and I needed a place to crash in until it stopped," He explained.

"Ah, kind of the same here. I was coming here anyways…" she replied, pulling down her rain jacket.

"That's nice," He said and looked around since he thought it was going to get awkward.

"I should probaby get leaving" she replied. A lightning bolt struck the street and she jumped back inside, "Ok, maybe not…"

"Guess I'm not leaving either," He said with a slight laugh.

"Heh, yeah" she laughed, shaking.

(Gtg)

(oki)

(I'm back)

(yay)
"What now?" He asked.

"Uh, I would assume we're gonna be stying in here for a while"

(hey, you on?)

(Srry had to take a shower)
"Yep," He said and looked around the store.

(It's fine, I'll be on and off tho, I'm just folding laundry)
"I come here often, but no one remembers me" she laughed, jumping at another sound of thunder

(oki)
"Really? That's sad. This place seems so nice though."

"Uh, yeah" she blushed, a tad bit nervous that he might think she was just some nobody. "I am a regular though!"

He chuckled,"I can see that," He said.

"They do have nice stuff though, nice old note books and quills." she said, taking some ink out of her bag

"Really?" He asked now curious.

"Yeah, I like to write stuff…" she said, slowly taking out a ridged book. The papers were thick and yellowed and it looked like a bar tender would have used it to keep track of drinks or a mother to keep track of notes. She pulled out a long thin quill and flipped to a page with cursive already started on it.

"Like what?" He asked.

"Like, I observe. I write down things I see… and things I do. Not much things I feel though" She explained, blushing lightly at the thought of him reading it. how stupid I would sound to him…

"That's cool, can you show me some of your stuff?" He asked again.