Scruffy decided to put the bag with my laptop in with the checked baggage.

[Which leaves her for precious few diversions. She runs her eye over a nearby shelf of books, tiny thick paperbacks with covers depicting fire, or city skylines, or incredibly airbrushed people giving alluring glances over their shoulder.

She's passed them before, of course, but she's always arranged her schedule so Perfectly until now that she's never had reason to need to buy a new book in an airport. Now she's noticing other details of their placement.]

Why do they keep these books next to the junk food? That is a completely unacceptable arrangement!