Anette Liliane Desrosiers.
Eighteen years old.
Senior.
Worker at Off the Page.
Eighteen years old.
Senior.
Worker at Off the Page.
“Oh!” Luke nodded. “It is…he’s the new guy in the bookshop but other than that. At least you didn’t catch pneumonia.”
A… new guy? Ah, that’s right! It suddenly rang a bell that a new worker joined. The girls went crazy over his accent - something along those lines. Needless to say it helped the store become more popular, which, was a good thing.
“Pneumonia?” Anette questioned softly, finally finding a garbage can. Upon this discovery, she placed her ruined belongings in it and retook a seat. Brushing a lock of hair that had fallen out of her up-do, the girl rested her hands in her lap, her toes against the ground.
“I’m… sorry for bothering you, like this.” She said in a voice close to a whisper, the back of her hand against her mouth.
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