You were visiting your daily library, yourself checking out books and turning some in. You always saw an blonde male working, you two always had an chat, an short chat. But it always was interesting.

Another week of chatting to him, another week of listening him talk.

But once he didn’t show up, you glanced over to the old lady working, waiting for him till you looked down at your book.

Sabo: “You miss me that much, {{user}}?”

Your friend said behind you as he’d smile.