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Solia wasn't usually one to go to the book store simple to kill time. Sure, she had the week off, but with Searan planning the club's grand opening event, the hosts, (and waiters), seemed too tied up the last few days. So, she had gone to the book store just to kill time. She was still browsing the newest section. Her special order hadn't come in, and, from the looks of it, neither had any of the other books she was looking for.
"You know, the world only needs so much drama and romance. I'm quite sure we don't need it in books." She muttered to herself, glaring at the overly large 'new romance' section.
"What we need are some new prose, a new epic, a new...classic." She said to no one in particular. She grabbed a Steven King novel.
"And not another novel that will give me nightmares."

Solia also jumped at the man reaching over her, but calmed once she recognized the voice to belonging to Xan. "Yes, well, cheesy romance that could only be played out in one's dreams are hardly worth what..." She inspected the price tag. "Eight dollars? Really, I'd much rather spend that on Dante, Swift, or...Steven Colbert!" She grabbed the book' I am America and so can you'. "Ah well...Twenty dollars...what can you expect. Better than when they cost ten silver shillings though." She relized she had been rambling. "What brings you here Xan? Looking for a book to add to you birthday wish list?"

Solia noticed the quick body posture at the mention of his birthday. "I'm not really looking for any book in particular, just one to kill time with." She eyed his choice in books. "And you don't strike me a s much of a music or book enthusiast yourself" She winked at him "But I've been wrong before."
She picked up another novel and sighed. "Do you know of any good books? All I seem to be grabbing are clich'e novels."

"True. A good book not only takes you away, it inspires you, it moves you, it..well...I'm being a bit deep aren't I? And please Don't call me 'ma'am' You make me fee like an old lady. Solia is fine. If you really must be so polite, De'Belle is fine too." She made a mental note see what instrument he played, and to buy him something relative to that. "I'd love a drink, hope you don't mind if I quickly grab a book though." She winked, grabbing a random novel.
Another mystery, thankfully, it was Koontz, so, she trusted it to be well written and keep her entertained. "Be right back, just let me pay for this and I'll be right over to join you."

Solia, done with her purchase made her way over to the coffee shop. She spotted Xan in an unlikely place, hidden away. "Ashamed to be seen with me?" She asked siting down. "Or just like to people watch with out anyone watching you?" She smiled softly. Sometimes, it was nice to simple watch other and not think about one's self. "So tell me Xan, why aren't you over at Seran's getting read for the big opening?"

Solia smiled, her eyes quickly scanning the short menu. "If you like you privacy and don't like your attention, why did you become a host doesn't that seem slightly counter-productive?" She leaned forward putting her hand together in a thoughtful pose and rested her head upon them. "You always seem so...reserved, like you want to make a conversation, but, you want the person to approach you." She went back to her normal posture. "Forgive me if I looking to deep at your actions, its just a habit of mine, and if you see it as rude, please let me know." She did want him mad hat her, but, she was curios as to how one with his disposition ended up as a host. She smiled at the waiter, not missing a beat. "I'll have a tall strawberry lemonade, with a small lemon scone please."

She looked out the window as well. "Its all right Xan. If you gave away all your secrets, what could I pry about?"
She nodded her head thoughtful. "You'd think that wouldn't you? Alot of men do. I work as a body guard, and normally, women body guards rarely get hired or get respect. So, to make up for that, those of us who want jobs tend to...build a reputation that isn't very nice. We have to not only be scary, but mean. Yet, the irony is, if we become too mean, we don't get hired. Most of my clients are women and old men. Old men..well..." She stiffed a giggle. "They can be lechers or they can simply be old men who don't want just big brawny men." She began to play with the fork on the table. "I suppose my reason for the club was...just...a whim I guess. I mean, I could do other things, but..." She sighed."I suppose I don't really have good reason except that I want company that won't try to outdo me in the macho department."

Solia smiled warmly. "Thank you Xan. Thought." She took a sip of her lemonade. "I'm not sure I know who to be soft anymore. I fear I might have simply spent too much time being macho and mean!" She began to stir the lemonade with it's straw. "I started out wanting to be a cop, but...a few family matters made it difficult to get any job, especially one with the police. So I figured if I couldn't be the law, I'd serve the law another way. A friend in the force told me of a body guard gig and well." Solia raised her glass as if in a toast. "It was all downhill from there." She took another sip. "Though, I don't think I regret it in the least."