However, my suspicion fell somewhere in the glances of what felt like pity or concern that spread from nearby tables toward my own, two-chaired, one napkined seat. The signals were confusing. Perhaps the pity was about the shame of my awkward lost-in-a-book posture?
But the Stranger set the story straight with their good old fashioned party, and story:
On the Unexpected Sexiness of Many People Quietly Reading and Drinking in Public
#I'm reading a book ya'all I'm reading a book
#date a girl who reads
#girls who read
** I had to give those hashtag spaces since "girl who reads" could also be read "girl whore ads" and that's super uncomfortable. Right? **