Girl in a Comic Book Shop

Tucked away on the main drag there's a shop
A little comic book store that holds wonders;
Endless rabbit holes of grandeur tales,
Nerdy arguments over Superman's legitimacy of being a hero
And a pretty girl who shuffles through boxes every Wednesday.

Myself, indulged into the dedicated table of all that is Batman,
Occasionally peek up at her standing comfortably awkward
Biting her lip as she flips through the pages
She's such a rare sight to see in this testosterone filled place
And these greasy haired boys don't know what to do