r-o-o-k-i-e

On that chilling day of spring, I was browsing through the English Novel section of the library. Glancing through the shelf containing new releases, my gaze passed through the back of a black haired head. It was not usual for me to find someone else in this deeper section of the library where least popular of the books were kept, since very little people in the town knew English. When I saw that the person seemed somewhat stressed while looking at the shelf, I walked towards her.