( she smiles , walking through the shelves, her fingertip grazing along the spines )
fantasy—yes … personally i adore 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 ..
( remy caught her peeking over his shoulder, shifting the book aside so she could see. a brow lifted. )
〝 fantasy, chère ? "
he glanced toward the shelves.
" alright, den. show remy what’s 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 readin’. 〞