Not of Eve specifically. Of something in Eve. Something she was looking for without meaning to look.
"Morning," Sable said. Steady. Warm. The voice of a woman who had been performing ordinary for forty years and was very good at it.
"Morning," Eve said.
She moved into the shop.
Ran her fingers along a shelf without reading the spines. Just....present. Non threatening. A person in a bookshop on a Tuesday morning with nowhere particular to be.
"Looking for anything specific," Sable said.
"Not really," Eve said. "Just looking."
Sable nodded.
Went back to whatever she'd been doing behind the counter.
Eve moved through the shop slowly.
Felt the woman tracking her without appearing to track her. The specific quality of someone who had learned to monitor spaces without being seen to do it.
She stopped at a shelf near the window.
Pulled out a book without looking at the title.
Opened it.
"You have a good collection," she said.
"Thank you," Sable said.
