This is a Bookstore, Not a Library

"You know, this is a bookstore, not a library" she states, eyebrow raised. Green eyes find their way back to red-brown.
"I'm pretty sure that just means I don't have to be quiet" she husks, eyes flicking to Evie's red-stained lips. A satisfied grin grows at the sight of the worker's cheeks flushing. Evie shifts her weight nervously.
"No, it means that you can't sit around all day reading books in here. You're supposed to buy them and read them somewhere else" she commands. Green eyes roll in response.
"Is that why there's no chairs? I was going to put in a complaint!" she exclaims.