I've been reading books of old the legends and the myths
Piper was starting to believe that the only adventures that she would be going on in the future would be in the pages of the novels that lined the shelves of her store. As it was, Westside Stories was getting off to an incredible start, according to her accountant. The small store was turning a profit after only fourteen months - which was nearly six months ahead of the projected schedule she'd proposed to her father when she'd asked for his assistance in opening the store. She'd had enough of a steady customer base that she'd even hired part time help to operate the store when she was out. The store, at least on paper, was doing incredible and had been the subject of the young woman's bragging when her parents had invited her over for her birthday dinner the previous week. And yet, even though owning this bookstore was everything Piper had ever dreamed of and more, there was something lacking to the young woman.
After all, she lived in one of the most heavily populated supernatural cities in the world, and Piper had a yearning for the kind of adventures that seemed to surround their kind. Often, she would see young women with pointed ears come into the shop, pursuing the science books at the back wall. One of her regular customers was a witch who was buying her out of her botany section nearly as soon as the shipments came in. Another man only came in after sundown and bought her art supplies. She saw the supernatural folk of her city often, and so frequently the young woman yearned to be one of them. To experience that thrill of being a Were. To have abilities. To be anything other than... well, human.
But Piper's destiny seemed to be to remain safely tucked away from the quests and escapades that she yearned for. The sun was just setting along the horizon as Piper walked amongst the shelves, picking up abandoned books that were no longer in the right location. The long windows let in the orange glow of the setting sun, giving the shop a dreamy atmosphere that Piper hoped felt homey. For a Sunday, the shop was relatively slow. It had been a steady stream of customers in the early afternoon, but now the sun was setting and the young woman was alone within the shop. Perhaps she should close early and enjoy the quiet with the new novel she'd set aside for herself? Oh, she could order Indian food... yes, that seemed like the best option for the chilly winter day.
Just as Piper had made the decision to close up early, the bell along the top of the door chimed, bringing her attention upward and onto the pretty blonde girl that stepped over the threshold and into her store. Piper offered the young woman a bright smile - perhaps it wasn't a good idea to close up yet, after all. "First time? Welcome to Westside Stories!" Piper motioned to the shelves of books, as if she was offering up her own home to the newcomer into her store. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable. If you need any recommendations for books I'd be happy to help you." While Piper would have loved to chat with the newcomer in her store - really the only other soul she'd had to interact with in hours - Piper certainly didn't want to come across too strong and scare her away. Piper did her best to look down, pretending to be focused on fixing the cover of a set of used books someone had brought in. While, truthfully, Piper was entirely focused on the young woman who had entered the shop and the wonder of whether or not she was fully human.