Libby hustles down the sidewalk through town. She was wearing her school uniform. Standard black and grey checkered skirt, black shoes, grey knee high socks, and a white button down. Not exactly creative, but she enjoyed the simplicity of having a uniform.
She opened the door to the shopt and went straight for the display of journals. This was the only shop in the area that had the covers that Libby liked. Many of the journals were hand-made. Some were thick rugged leather while others had fine line drawings that scaled from front to back.
"Good morning, and how did I know you would be in today?" An older gentleman with a vaugley west euoropean accent stands next to her. Libby doesn't respond and quicks weighing her options. "In a rush, eh? Come, I have what you want..." He says turning away while waving her to the counter.
"This just came from our last shipment. It's slightly more than you normally pay, but I want you to have it. For your senior year. I only ask that at somepoint you come back and tell me some of your stories when you're a big writer, ok?" He says smirking. He passes over what looks to be a journal wrapped in brown kraft paper and tied with twine.
"You bet Marco." She says reaching over and giving him a hug before grabbing the journal and running off.