Seeing the blonde woman see him before her, he forced himself a smile as he heard her speak. "Yes, um, I am looking for a book that's likable for my taste, and--", he suddenly paused before noticing the typewriter in the distance that was behind the blonde woman before him. It nudged at him that this woman was an author, and that all of these books that were up for show were hers. "Pardon my manners, miss, I am Sir Thomas Sharpe, and this is my sister, Agatha", he gestured to the woman that was approaching the pair. She didn't say much, but she forced a smile. "Pleasure to meet you", she finally said with a nod of her head. "You write stories?", Agatha asked her in curiosity. It wasn't dissapointing, but it was neutral. "Might I have a look?", Thomas then asked. He was curious now...