It wasn't long before that familiar, alluring scent wafted into the shop and alerted him instantly. The blue-eyed man, a possible demon and his co-worker and supervisor, was here. Adam turned around and greeted him with a smile before he feigned surprise at seeing him there. "Oh, hello, we meet again," his surprised facial expression was rather stiff and needed some practice but he was used to playing a weird fellow. He placed the books at the edge of the table, about to be cordial and well-mannered with a handshake and formal introduction, but the old man showed up and introduced him instead.
The blue-eyed man, this Kieran as the old man called him, seemed not so pleased with having 'help'. He must be hiding something, Adam reckoned. Perhaps him being here, lurking about, would disrupt the man's plans. His reaction made Adam even more suspicious and determined. When the old man left and they were left alone, he realized he didn't have much left to say. He wasn't great at picking out the right words or stirring up chit-chat. In fact, more often than not, he would put his foot in it and incriminate himself needlessly.
"I didn't follow you here. I mean-," he paused, biting down hard on his lower lip, reproaching himself inwardly for sounding like a stalker. "It was an accident. Thank you for helping me out earlier. I'm Adam," he reached out for a handshake, a bit wary, convinced he would feel some kind of chill or sensation that would scream demonic activity. "I am not familiar with your book work," he pointed at the misshapen book display and added, "please take care of me." He had put on a warm, wide smile but his eyes were dreadfully cold and fixated on Kieran, a stare of keen caution and watchful prudence.
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