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Bibliophile was on a corner, an older building that had been originally a large home and later had been turned into a storefront and apartment. It was the kind of bookstore where drinks and food weren't allowed past the front sitting area and it maintained a very comfortable quiet. No store music or web cafe or coffee bar of chatter. There was a front sitting area, wifi, and bookshelves.

No frills, no fuss, but with much more reliable customer service.

Algie didn't need to work as often with more employees but he liked the quiet on the lazier afternoons where he could read or write with minimal interruption and the usual crowd of students or young professionals stealing his wifi or hitting the book swap.

He was behind the counter, leaning on his palm while perched on a stool and was scribbling into his notebook- no writing today- he had spaced out thinking about all that had happened and was scribbling. When the door opened the author looked up and was certainly surprised to find himself greeted by lace and frills and what he was fairly sure was a parasol.

She was frankly, very thoroughly pulling it off and the older man was impressed. He was a drastic contrast, greying and in tweed and looking every bit the stereotype of the british professor that he was.

"Can I help you miss?" He straightened with a polite smile and to his right a rather large white kitten draped across the counter slivered it's blue eyes to look at the visitor.

"Well it doesn't ring a bell-" Algie got off of his stool and stood, but he wasn't exactly known for his memory so he figured they could go have a look. The cat was given a brush of the hand that had her closing her eyes again, "-let's have a look though."

Algie motioned to the other wall and a ways back there were magazine racks, "I'm not sure we get many japanese magazines outside of special orders though I may be able to get them for you.."

The racks were varied, with a few foreign language and a large glamour section because of the swell of interest in fashion lately, but it didn't look like what she was looking for was there. Algie stepped back, leaving the young lady to browse while he turned to straighten up a bunch of junk someone had left oa thing table beside the racks.

He muttered something about a bloody mess.

The moments of 'isn't she precious' slipped away quickly as the young girl spoke to him. Looking like a princess was one thing, but the dismissive arrogance as if he really were one- He reminded himself that she was a customer.

"Excuse me?" Algie's head rose when she criticized the store's organization, pressing a curled fist against the pile of refuse on the side table, only to feel something firm and literary under his fist. He didn't look down at it yet, not with the gape of disbelief he was sporting.

Algie's jaw visibly tightened but he reminded himself that she was a customer, and a shitty teenager, and he was a teacher... he could deal with this.

"I'm sorry we don't meet your standards." His fist uncurled and the flattened realizing there had been a thick book underneath it. "I'm sure Barnes and Noble will have the proper supply chains to acquire your particular needs if our store can't take care of you."

He glanced down under the refuse at whatever publication had been hidden underneath. Algie smirked and picked up what looked very obviously like a pristine English copy of Gothic and Lolita Bible. His newfound powers worked in mysterious ways.

The book was held out of the girl's reach and after he flipped through it he tucked it tightly beneath his arm and took a step back. "I'm sure someone around here has something. Perhaps the comic book store?"

"This?" The shop owner blinked innocently, "Certainly this had to have been left by someone by accident with all their refuse.. I know this isn't from our stock." It was from the cosmos.

His hand settled protectively over the magazine and he smiled with consistent pleasantness, "It'll have to go into the lost and found."

Yes. Maybe he was enjoying this again.

"Yes I'm positively destitute. My novels were recently adapted into a BBC miniseries." He sighed a bit dramatically and moved towards the front of the store, magazine coming with him. "Starring Idris Elba."

Back to the counter and the magazine was laid out, the cat given a pet, and Algie setting himself back on the stool. Behind him gleamed fully signed sets of supernatural mystery novels, The Red Herring Mysteries, all by Algernon Mixlin, not that Kitty would know that was the man in front of her.

"And I happen to make a good, proper cup of tea." He looked like he was planning on reading the Lolita book instead of hiding it away, "For friends."

One of the Red Herring paperbacks was on display at the end of the counter and so he wordlessly turned it over to show the black and white author photo in the corner. The same man, down to the tweed jacket, peered at her through his glasses from the back cover.

"I am also not just an employee but the owner of this shop. Jack-a** or not." He smiled politely again, "And I believe it is my right to refuse any business I want."

The magazine was flipped open and he spread his hand out over the pages to obscure anything she possibly might want to see (also getting his grubby hands all over it).

"Also there's a very good tea shop around the corner." His voice was painfully helpful, "The owner is a very nice woman so please be polite."