You and the greek class were spending your days in Francis' aunt's mansion lately and today was too hot for a fall weather. Since you decided you cannot sleep, you walked around the house, finally stopping at the library.

It was almost 6 a.m., yet Henry was sitting on an armchair near the window, reading his book. The newly rising sun was shining on his face, making him look like a character from the plays you studied in class. He didn't see you; or just simply decided to ignore your presence.