diary of a teenage girl

Chapter 2: Cafe Girl (James' pov)

I leave the cafe, a little flustered by my interaction there. I had just given that mystery girl my late lunch. Usually, I would have lunch at school, but today I have to catch up on my schoolwork in the study hall. Before I go on my next errand of the day, I should probably buy something for an assignment. I'm doing a school project that I am sure will bring my grades back up to an A. I'm not a bad student, I am hardworking, but I've been struggling lately.
I walk into the quaint bookshop and see two girls stacking books. I recognize one of them from the cafe, it's impossible to not recognize her. She has torso-length hair, light brown like cardboard. Cardboard? Is that the right way to describe it? I'm not focused today, something just feels off. I identify her white Chanel earmuffs again, lying down around her neck and out of use. This time I notice her uniform, and I realize it's my own school's uniform. She stops stacking books when I come in and walks to me while dusting off her skirt.
"Hi, how can I help you?" she says, finally looking up. She takes a step back and her eyes widen, and I notice they are a lovely shade of green. "you're the cafe guy." she says, a smile sneaking onto her face. "Is that my name?" I say jokingly. She laughs a little, and stops herself, trying to not be too loud in the bookstore. "I didn't get to thank you for your chivalrous save," she says quietly. "I had to get somewhere, and it looks like you did too," I say, remembering what I came here for.
"Do you have any books on Shakespeare?" When I ask this, her eyes light up. "Shakespeare? He's my favorite. Let me guess- a school project?" She guesses. "ding ding. So, do you have it?" I ask, trying to not prolong this conversation, as much as I would like to. "this way." She walks me to the drama section. "this one." I say, pulling a large old book off the shelf.
We walk back to the front desk in the front of the store, and she goes behind the counter. "Here's your book cafe guy," she says, her head tilted, smiling while holding the book out. "I haven't paid yet, though." I tell her, confused. "consider us even." she says. She drops the book on the counter, then walks back to the shelves and continues to stack books as she was when I arrived. "Thanks, cafe girl," I say on my way out, not yelling but saying it loud enough for her to hear.