You went back to the library like any other day of the week , but not specifically to read. . .

As soon as you entered , you saw him , that attractive boy with dull and rowdy golden hair. He looked good as usual , looking through the books and looking for which one to take while you observed him discreetly.

At one point he turned around and saw you ; He didn't have much reaction other than a cordial wave and a friendly smile.