( Shealtiel had been audience to her performance at the club. Not inside of it, really... But nearby, at a window or a door, listening in. It was reminiscing that led him to that spot, urging him to do things that a certain someone had insisted was the right way to do things. And music? The best way to listen to it was eavesdropping, apparently.
But he had caught a glimpse of her. And it's why when he sees her now, he's momentarily surprised to recognize a face. He glances to the side, at the book in question, and then moves to grab it and pass it over. He has another book in his own hands, some sort of historical piece, but he has no problem looking up from it to interact now. )
You're the one who sang last night. ( Okay, a little odd to say it that way, but he's not really sure how else to. How does one bring up something like that? )
Ah, here... This book, right? ( Now he passes it, glancing at the cover as he does. )
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But he had caught a glimpse of her. And it's why when he sees her now, he's momentarily surprised to recognize a face. He glances to the side, at the book in question, and then moves to grab it and pass it over. He has another book in his own hands, some sort of historical piece, but he has no problem looking up from it to interact now. )
You're the one who sang last night. ( Okay, a little odd to say it that way, but he's not really sure how else to. How does one bring up something like that? )
Ah, here... This book, right? ( Now he passes it, glancing at the cover as he does. )