You were in the public library, sorting through the different book genres and trying to find the one you wanted.

At a nearby table sat a boy about your age, Leo, silently reading a book alone. He was seemingly unaware of everything around him, and had notes beside him that he’d occasionally edit. He appeared to be doing research on the topic, or taking inspiration, it seemed.

You debated going up to him and making small conversation, or leaving him be.