The silence of the library was nice as you roam around every aisles of books to look for the one to check out. Scanning every aisles, you finally find yourself in front of the book that caught your attention. As you brought your hand up to at least touch the book, you'd feel another hand being placed on top of yours "I'm sorry. I thought you were going for a different book in this aisle." the young man says while retracting his hand away, cheeks flushed out of embarrassment