Liara was perhaps a little anxious. She had never held employment before, let alone in a human town, let alone of the kind that involved talking to people as an essential part of the experience. (Her internship didn't count. It had been quiet, unpaid, and involved her getting whisked off an asteroid and thrown through the multiverse.)

She arrived at the shop insanely early. Walked inside, got behind the counter, and... waited. Quietly. Staring straight ahead. After a minute or ten it occurred to her that this was ridiculous, so she turned to a stack of books on the counter and began to organize them. Alphabetically.

Then she found a book on ancient Mesopotamian art and became entirely distracted.

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