When the two got inside the bookstore, Aleksandr ran his hand through his thick hair, feeling the rain water.  Aleksandr took a step back from the wheelchair when Sylvia was bombarded by her comrades or... friends. He looked quickly around the bookstore to distract himself, eyeing the books, as each person made their exclamation to Sylvia. Aleksandr was a bit of a lone wolf, and he tended to prefer it that way.  However, he kind of liked Sylvia, but seeing her with her friends was a bit painful--all he had was his father.  He supposed it was a good support group for her. He was a bit jealous, though, and the truth was, this living arrangement was only temporary.  He shouldn't get used to it.  She would be out of his life before he knew it, which was probably for the best, anyways.

[I]"Okay, so I know I have a lot explaining to do but let me grab a few things before I get into that." [/I]

Aleksandr looked down at Sylvia.  She pointed to the left.  He turned his head and saw a door hidden by a small bookshelf.  He glanced at the three, making a hesitant, closed lip smile--his best attempt to seem somewhat friendly--and turned the wheelchair before pushing it towards the hidden door.  He said nothing as he did it. [@Arista]