Meet and Greet Event (Reserved, Me and AlisaEric)

Wess was dressed in his tuxedo, something he always wears when visiting a public place he normally doesn't go. Sniffing around in the bookshelf, he finds the book he was searching for. Studying the book, which was a lesson on botany, he placed it on the table and began reading.

Wess looks up, seeing the girl. "Hmmmm," he says scanning the shelves. "Ah," He pulls a book out, knowing the author. "Basil wrote this book, he's a local," he says smiling. He then sighs, "I see he has a farm, I want a farm, but I don't have enough money," He nods, looking at it. Not knowing why he was saying this to a total stranger, "I've always wanted a cow, you know, them and their big moony eyes?" he says. "I'm Wess by the way,"

Alisa smiled.

"To tell you the truth, I've never seen a cow before. Not in real life at least." she admited. "Thank you... Wess..." she finnished. She had never talked to a librarian. It wasn't like it felt strange, it just felt... Different. "I'm Alisa." she introduced herself, placing her hand infront of him. She decided to be friendly and ask him a few questions.

"So how long have you been working here?" she asked him, curious about this man.

(OOC: Yes... She still doesn't know he's not the librarian... XD)

Wess takes a long blink and stares at the offered hand for a second. He aims to grip it and shake her hand, thinking to himself, "Do I honestly look that old," He then says, "Nice to meet you, Alisa," he says smiling. When she asked how long have you worked here, he stifles a laugh and replies, "I don't work here, I just enjoy reading books, so I know how they work," he says. "Plus my eyes ran over it while I searched for this," he says, pulling a book out on the anatomic structure and function of cows.

Wess shakes his head, "Nah, I come here a few times every month to catch up on reading," he says, reading his book a bit more. "So if you don't farm, who's that book for?" he asks.

Wess laughs. "Yeah, but I was beginning to become bored, I mean, the only pictures are diagrams," he laughs a little louder at his own inside joke. "So, you also have a little brother. I have a little brother too, he's three, I get asked if I'm his dad a lot," he says, flipping the page in his book without looking up the entire time he was talking.

"Most likely," Wess says close the cover, he had read the last page. He places it back on the shelf. "Chris moved here because our father couldn't stand him, normally I sheparded Chris and cared for him, when I left, Dad went kamikaze on him," Wess says yawning.

"She sent him here," he says smiling. "He carried soooooo much luggage," Wess remembers, laughing about it. "So, about your brother, who came first, you or him?"