/lit/ - Literature

>sitting at my local 'fair trade" coffee roasting house
>trying to cross-reference three different translations of The Possessed
>a girl wearing hot pink shorts with black tights sits down next to me, shoves books off the table
>I, incredulous to what has just happened, ask her why she would do such a thing
>she tells me that she wants to make our first encounter "out of the ordinary" as she is an "extraordinary" girl
>continues to tell me that I'm lucky indeed; she's seen something special in me, she feels a kinship towards me
>she cocks her head to the side and asks if I, like her, read the Animorphs books as a child
>Look. I think you have misunderstood me. Just because I read books in public (although you will note I did take this high-backed booth in the corner of the shoppe for reasons of anonymity and seclusion; my flatmates are rather noisy and I come here for respite and succor) doesn't mean that, like you, I seek attention or recognition for my interests.
>she asks me if that's a quote, she loves quotes, one of her favorites is Vonnegut's "so it went"
>I flag down a barista and ask her for a copy of my receipt, and to put the expenses on my tab
>I knit my eyebrows and address Strawberry Shortcake: We are not the same. I am a literatus, you're a mythological beast.
>I pack my books into my courier bag and exit the shoppe as her grotesque unicorns horn extends from her forehead, tears in her eyes as she returns to the sylvan beyond

pic related it's what she looked like, only prettier and less slutty.