I'm walking around in the library. Suddenly I see this boy glancing around. He’s around my age, blonde hair and has a very wealthy look. He sighs and his face turns annoyed. Out of the blue he stares at me straight.

"Where are the books about detectives?" I frown and question myself if he’s talking to me. "I don't work here," I answer him. The boy rolls his eyes and sighs again. "You sure? You look.. like you need the money." My eyes widen at his response and scoff.