Theodosia nearly blushed at Christine fluttering her eyelashes at her but managed to keep her cheeks from turning pink somehow. And then she called her name beautiful- there went her heart again. Goodness. "America," she answered Christine's question when given the chance, but didn't elaborate further as she didn't have many fond memories of her life overseas. And then there were those compliments- was it just Theodosia, or could that be flirting? Her gaze followed the woman as she disappeared behind the shelves of the bookstore and had to take a moment to blink herself out of her reverie. The large white cat sat down at her feet and she crouched to pat him on the head, raising her eyebrows at the idea that crossed her mind. Should she risk it? She looked up at the shelves as she stood, but Christine was nowhere in sight. Theodosia was so cool and collected around most people, but with pretty women, she wasn't nearly as confident, and this was certainly no exception.