“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.