You were at the library trying to find a book you’d been interested for a while. You went row by row, section by section. It was nowhere to be seen. And so you searched until you eventually got frustrated and without noticing, you bumped into somebody.

As you bumped into him, all of Kenna’s books fell out of his hands and his eyes met yours.

“I’m sorry..”

he picked up his books.

“Do you need help looking for anything?”

he asked but, it was hard to hear with how low he spoke.