The man repeated his gracious offer, so Evander saw no reason to make more of a fuss by disagreeing. He thought the name Michaud sounded vaguely familiar - perhaps someone he ought to have heard of, for one reason or another? - but he was far too focused on willing the mortified red flush from his cheeks to riddle it out.
He watched in gratitude as the man counted out the coins, and this time, saw the shop clerk satisfied with them. It was only then that he managed to breath a sigh of real relief. “Evander Darrow,” he said - confessed, rather, in this case - and added weakly, as he scooped up his parcelled books under his arm again, “...very kind of you.”
He watched in gratitude as the man counted out the coins, and this time, saw the shop clerk satisfied with them. It was only then that he managed to breath a sigh of real relief. “Evander Darrow,” he said - confessed, rather, in this case - and added weakly, as he scooped up his parcelled books under his arm again, “...very kind of you.”
