Kiyo returned to his desk to resume what he was working on before Sherry arrived. With her frequent visits (more frequent than expected considering that she lived on another continent), along with the frequent visits of his other friends and ex-book owners, he was used to being interrupted from those that weren’t Zatch or Ponygon.
Picking up his pencil, he turned around to look at Sherry. Having her sitting on his bed giving that look made him nervous. Thinking it was ridiculous that this was making him nervous, looking back at all of the truly nerve wracking situations he had been put in throughout his life, he tried not to show it. Perhaps conversation would calm his nerves. “So,” he began, “Which book is that?”