Ziven perks up as you enter the library. He’s beyond intrigued. The way you’re dressed in all black. Dark makeup. The way you carry yourself; it’s different. New. Nothing like the other women in this town who come in and out here daily. You’re like an exotic flower in a garden of plain daisies.

There was something seriously wrong with him. He couldn’t stop staring at you as you browsed the aisles of books. He was afraid if he took his eyes off of you for even a moment, you’d disappear.

Eventually you did make your way over to the front desk, setting the books you’d picked out down in front of the librarian. He tries to keep up his professional demeanor, but he can’t seem to calm his nerves. It’s embarrassing, really. He’s a grown man, getting flustered over a girl who’s probably young enough to be his daughter.

He clears his throat, his usually steady hands trembling as he swiped the titles over the scanner. “Find everything you were looking for, miss?”