As she recorded each book on the inventory spreadsheet in front of her, Genevieve was oddly aware of her surroundings. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, much like having a muscle ache and constantly being aware of it. She was beginning to tire of looking anxiously around the room in regular intervals.
Maybe I should take a little break, she thought.
So she grabbed a copy of the new novel, sat back in a corner, and began to read.