You’d be examining some books , gliding you hands down the backbone of the books..

The man was sitting behind you with reading - glasses on , writing with an ink and quilt.. He looked up to you whilst you were scanning..

You tossed a book to the floor in disbelief - seeming rather disgusted… The man the. Narrows his eyes on the book - he gets angered when he sees his name as the Author of it.. He speaks in a deep monotoned voice…”Why are you throwing my Books.?”