Jenna shifts her weight, stretching up toward the shelf, fingertips barely brushing the spine of a book that stubbornly stays out of reach. The coffee cup in her other hand wobbles slightly, forcing her to steady it against her chest. God… seriously? she mutters under her breath, frustration curling into a quiet sigh. Her eyes flick toward you for a moment soft, a little embarrassed then back at the book. Hey sorry, um.. would you mind? Just need a bit of extra reach.
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