Jacob looked up from where he was rummaging through a stack of books and papers on the work table. “I'm looking for my grey beanie. The one with the visor.”
“Why are you looking for it on the work table?”
“Because I thought that was where I took it off last night.”
“And it's important you find it why?”
“It's my favourite. Now leave me alone, you already caused me to lose my favourite cowboy hat,” he grumbled still not quite having forgiven her for that one he wasn't going to lose his beanie too.
His Favourite (Librarians, Jacob Stone)
Jacob looked up from where he was rummaging through a stack of books and papers on the work table. “I'm looking for my grey beanie. The one with the visor.”
“Why are you looking for it on the work table?”
“Because I thought that was where I took it off last night.”
“And it's important you find it why?”
“It's my favourite. Now leave me alone, you already caused me to lose my favourite cowboy hat,” he grumbled still not quite having forgiven her for that one he wasn't going to lose his beanie too.