All the usual male reactions kicked in, especially the bachelor ones.
All I had to do was strike up a conversation, right? Right.
No, I didn't strike up a conversation. I'm married, thirty years too old for her, and not full of game. My inner fantasy bachelor engaged in her in conversation, picked her up, and
What I did do was collect up my books, because I was done shopping anyway, said "Excuse me," as I shimmied out, and left her to browse undisturbed, because I'm not a total dick. Then I didn't stare at her, or ogle, or anything, because I'm considerate. That's her little safe space and I wanted her to have it.