Theodosia looked up when she heard footsteps and most definitely noticed the sashay in Christine's step that certainly wasn't there. She took her tea, with thank yous, the exact same way as Christine did, though Theodosia wouldn't know that. "You have such a lovely shop," she complimented and looked about. Pointing to a shelf, she asked what sort of books were kept there, and took the chance, if it came, when Christine was looking that way, she took the chance to scan up and down the woman's body. Ahem. That was bold, wasn't it? Certainly more so than Theodosia usually was. But oh dear, wasn't Christine a pretty woman, and she owned her own store, from what Theodosia could tell, which only made her more attractive.

Independent women were those types that drew Theodosia's attention the most, but she'd met few in her life and only one had captured her true fancy. Christine reminded Theodosia of that woman... but better. Now, if only she knew whether the lovely bookshop owner shared the same, ah, attractions as the innkeeper.