It was late afternoon and you and Valeria were in the library. You were looking deep into her books, which she had already read, so you could gain information on what she was trying to achieve.

Valeria would’ve spoken about the book you were reading but she was quite tired. She grabbed a pen off her desk and sat on the arm rest, grabbing your forearm.

You let it happen as you were engaged on the book. The pen dragged along your skin smoothly and then you looked over. She’s drawing a moth.