A recent college graduate (I know because it’s a small part of her biography that she rattled off while she was in the store) came in and started scanning barcodes to price them on Amazon, and then asking me for recommendations.
I learned about her boyfriend’s recent health issues, her grandfather’s reading habits, her mother’s gall bladder surgery, her ability to discern the difference between watercolors and digital art in graphic novels, why she stopped reading manga in high school, which comics she’s bittorrented, her favorite television shows, her least favorite television shows, why she changed her major, how she wishes she still painted, what her brother wore to her graduation (which was in early December, if you were curious), which color gumball she likes best, how she folds paper bags when she’s shopping in New York,why she isn’t going to fall for the scam of reading Sandman, and more.
She bought a trade paperback and spent about seventeen (ok, not about, actually seventeen) minutes hovering around the doorway before she left.
"You thought she was cute." said a random customer.
I spock eyed him. “Huh?”
"You were flirting with that art student." He said.
"Are you kidding? Did you see that huge plastic bag I put her book in?"
"It was made from my gritted teeth."