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♛For a little time off of his own business to deal with, the management of Captain's Deck and its drunks, plus the dancers and bar people, Vermont figured it was high time to acquire a book that could aid in his troubles, giving knowledge on the ways of organizing things and make the best out one's situation, especially in a spot like his own. With that in mind, the somber male was naturally led to the bookstore, an enchanting place that had received his own presence many times before, although always in a low profile manner, as the law of silence dominating that place was sacred to the honorable youth, something that had to be followed to an absolute conduct. Thus, Hughes would enter the area with the usual calm stride, hands inside black jeans and their tight pockets, dark grey shoes and a fitting long sleeve, the traits of his physique exposed just enough for his chest muscles to be visible, and lacking any sort of shape on the stomach area, indicating his back was formally straight and strict, similar to that of a well mannered rich individual. Unlike one of those, V was quite humble, and unless his objectives had Mi-Yeong involved, there was no need for competition, or any sort of rush, to gain wealth and flaunt it.

In any case, the man stepped inside the bookstore with a curious gaze, expression lacking any form of emotion as his complexion was usually so neutral. Almost lifeless like face wise, the pale adult scanned every little book and tag along the way towards the very register, the woman there sitting the first staff member to actually catch his gaze, distracted as it was with legs moving in their habitual fast speed. Upon getting close enough, his elbows were placed on top of the counter without the body weight being totally applied onto them, the curvature of his back indicating the control. At most, Vermont would seem interested in whatever he was in search of. "Hey there, mate, can ya help real quick?" Deep in tone, lacking feeling, the voice contacted the employee, or perhaps even manager, with clear respect during each sentence. "Can ya tell me if there are any business books on special offer?" Quite straight to the point, the Captain's Deck's second in charge asked while staring normally to the woman ahead, his ghostly eyes in the possibility of alarming her, along with how he was dressed, but it would be a short scare, considering his good nature would convey itself as the conversation went on.♛

♛With ghostly eyes that kept their expressions low at any time, the male, somber and wearing dark apparel, observed the female worker patiently as she explained the situation he asked for. At first, it was note worthy to hear the repetition of business books, but the truly important bit came after a shift in the seat, telling the man of similar position, albeit in a different market, that the books on sale would most likely not fit the possible conditions he had in mind for a proper choice. Nodding lightly at the end of her question, Vermont had to admit that there was no certainty on what product he was going for, an specific title or series, but it would be good to narrow them the options to a more selective point, the part of 'strategic management' especially proved to be an interesting spot. "ay, that last option sounds mighty fine, got anything on that lil' section?" Casually, Hughes asked in the usual monotone voice with only a small portion of a fading accent, lost to the years living in the area. One had to wonder if one day would it become strong again. Still, not a subject that troubled the young lad.

In the honest sense, his presence at a library could be found odd deep down, given the difference in what his usual routine deal with to what this woman's routine did. While the crowd must've been commonly silent, well behaved, focused on gaining knowledge or passing their time with a sweet read, what Vermont had were drunks, lost to the alcohol and to life's torturing ordeals, many as they were. Also, simple and meaningless fights over trivial matters, and the occasional puke to be cleansed from those tropical floors, the whole scenario made to match the beach outside. The only hope was that not many individuals would take the risk of drinking heavily and venture out into the nightly waters around the Captain's Deck. The violent embrace of the darkened waves could be overwhelming when the swimmer is nothing but a weakened fish trying to comprehend all that it couldn't. Taking such thoughts aside, afraid of getting distracted when talking to the one on the other side of the counter, the Captain's manager kept quiet, and responded to things as they were spoken, and directed at him.♛