Raymond sat in the dust-filled library. How long has it been since someone entered? Forget that, he’s getting paid regardless.

The librarian sat behind the front desk, reading a thick book, a slow burn romance. Why? It’s interesting.

The big double doors to the library squeaked open. Raymond’s gaze shot to you. He watched as you wandered the aisles, your fingers grazing the spines of book.

Raymon smiles and closes his book, just watching you instead.