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Tattie 
Clara was simply eyeing him.
LOTS OF EYEING.
..... And she certainly wasn't buying that 'nothing'. Who says 'nothing' when talking about a book. Did he think she was stupid? And the casual shrug that looked VERY stiff. Nice. Try. Gabriel. The redhead squinted again, trying to get a look at it, but it was on the other side of him and she wasn't moving any closer to him to see it.
She didn't want to scare him away ... again, and it wasn't really worth the fuss.
Clara adjusted her position slowly so that she was leaning against a wall and crossed her legs. If they weren't going to talk about that mystery book, they could talk about his current book. They would talk about his current book."What are you reading now then? That's not 'nothing,' right?" He wouldn't really pick books that meant nothing, would he? What would the point of that be?
While she waited for him to answer, she reopned her own book, silently flipping the pages until she found her place again.
I'm waaaaiiiiiitttttiiiiiiing.
Nope, he wasn't going to continue the conversation, thank you very much. Words were hard and she was...Well, she made him uncomfortable...and he just couldn't word with her at the moment.
...or any moment, really.
So, taking the easy route, he lifted the books binding to flash the words. She could read, couldn't she?...
...and that reminded him...but NO. NO TALKING.
CLARA couldn't force him....right?
Mental conflict; the struggle in wanting to inquire about something and having ZERO fancy in making words. The struggle. Instead, he quelled his desire to ask said question and flipped to the next page. Distracted by knowledge. There. HMPH.