Prompt courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers.
Startled, Coyote turned away from the bookcase.
“Oh, no, the party’s fine,” he said. “I just have a thing for bookcases. You can learn a fair amount about people by looking through their shelves.”
The woman leaned against the doorframe, rubbing the rim of her empty wine glass.
“Oh?” she asked. “What does mine say?”
Coyote gulped, and gave her an awkward smile.
“I’m surprised and even a little jealous of your setup. I’ve always wanted to need a ladder. Nice touch.”
The woman took two steps into the room.
“Subtly evasive,” she said. “But you haven’t answered my question.”