It was an afternoon, the sky was cloudy, the little light passed through the windows of the library, a kind of living room, where two men were sitting, one in front of the other, they did not know each other and they did not pay attention to each other, but the two wrote One decides to end the visit when noticing the other's sudden glances

"Are you writing about me?" Said the man with dark hair and bandages

"Sorry... I don't usually write about ugly people." The redhead answered, looking back at the writing

The dark haired man smiled "I am also a writer, a novelist..."