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Chapter 4 - Kitten in a library

I perceive the library as a whole and came to the conclusion that this was nothing like what I envisioned. When I asked Gemma for a library, I fully expected her to give me the name of something that was similar to the library of Alexandria. But no instead it was simply a library for children and young adults. It's not as if it didn't have books of economy, psychology and history genre but let's be real everyone that comes to this library is just looking for a good story to read. Not to study.

"Good afternoon, miss. May I help you?" A female worker takes my attention. Though she wasn't wearing a uniform – now that I actually look around no one is – she was obviously acquainted with the place more than the other buffoons laughing at the antics of a parrot in its cage at the far corner. I take my eyes away from the noisy children and divert back fully to the lady still waiting for my reply.

"Good day to you too and yes, I am in need of assistance. Would you please direct me to the crime fiction and murder mystery genre section?" I gazed into her being. Her body was composed in a pear shape as her dress shirt and jeans hugged her form. The black locks of hair framed her heart-shaped face and accented the white skin covering every muscle. Her nose completed her look and her blue eyes-

Blue eyes.

Blue. Eyes.

BLUE. EYES.

FUCK.

"Ah yes of course! If you'd just follow me up the stairs." She gestures to the area behind her and is already walking towards the mentioned stairs. I dutifully follow behind her steps and look up at the woman that doesn't seem much older. She doesn't seem to feel my stare, so I look until she stops in her tracks.

"And here it is. If you need any help, just call one of the other workers or me. I'll be downstairs." She explains and leaves in a quick fashion. She was quick and efficient just as expected of a woman giving her best possible customer service. I was pleased with her cooperation and faced the bookshelves. Rows of books waited, and I focused my senses on the spined pieces of paper. My index finger raked over each book as I read its title. I came upon a section with Agatha Christie's famous pieces of literature and dwelled on those a bit more.

When my finger landed upon a book, I was interested in I enveloped it with my entire hand and brought it closer to me – separating it from its barrage of novels. Turning around I saw a few people on this floor. Though most of it were children in the manga section. I paid them no mind and walked over to a coffee table with two armchairs. One is occupied so I sit down on the soft plush of the free furniture. I make myself comfortable and release a relaxed sigh. My eyes land on the figure before me.

A boy.

A boy with short brown hair and green eyes engrossed in whatever he's reading. He was thin but his arms and thighs had a firmness to them. He honestly looked like a boy out of a book cover, but I digress. Such boy shouldn't be gaped upon like some sort of exhibition. He hasn't noticed me creepily watching him, so I concluded now is the time to start reading my book before he does acknowledge my blatant study of him.

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