Tommy always had the habit of watching you when you were quietly sitting with your nose in your book, concentrating on reading about any subject, discreetly looking at you like a lovesick idiot if he didn't have the self-control to hide it.

The warm atmosphere, despite the snow gently hitting the windows, and the soft yellow light gave it the best effect. The first time you came to the library, it was to timidly ask for a book, to which Tommy made a bad joke about it, but it made you smile he'd never forget.

6:30 p.m., one of those afternoons where he already knew you'd be there. A vague gaze focused on you. He stood up and slowly approached your side, smiling gently. "...that part is the best part of the book. I still remember the first time I read it." Tommy leaned a little to be more at your level and focus more on what you were reading. His voice was low and warm, close enough that you could feel the faint brush of his breath when he spoke. Without realizing it, his cheeks warmed just a little, though you kept your eyes on the page.