BIANCA MATTENELLI
Bianca's head poked out as she heard the back door shut. In came Arturo, and she smiled in greeting. He spoke to her in Italian, their native language. Although she generally spoke English, sometimes it was a breath of fresh air to here her own mother language, something far more private than the universially spoken English language which everyone understood. Italian was special to her, private language, private thoughts.
She groaned, quietly, when she was told to go organize the newest shipment. "Va bene, va bene..." (Okay, okay...) She started to head towards the back, but she turned her head as she watched a man who appeared to be older than her, burt perhaps it was just the slightly wrinkles and edgy looks that made her seem older than he probably was. She studied the book in his hand, something about legends of the area. Her head tilted slightly, with interest. She was totally into all that stuff, supernatural, urban legends, myths, etc. She shook off her distraction and headed back to the newest shipment.
Bianca crouched and removed the packaging tape from the boxes, taking off the lids and remocing the contents. All genres, all types. Lots of books. "Libri e libri e libri ovunque!.." (Books and books and books everywhere!..) She murmured softly, checking the tiltes and putting them together by genre, publication date, and author. "Hmm... Looky here." She plucked a title out of the bottom of one of the stacks. Supernatural Species, by J. L. Hidgens. "Arturo," she poked her head out once more, he was with a customer. The same one who'd taken the book of local legends. "I think we may have been shipped a collezione di libri sbagliato." (A wrong book set.)