Oliver leaned back in his seat, trying unsuccessfully to stretch out the muscles in his back that were cramping up from sitting still so long. For the last five hours he had been hunched in his corner of the library working on his thesis for communication. It was the same thesis that he was hoping to be able to present at the communication conference in less than two months.
The Walking Dead Are Taking Over: An In-depth Analysis on Zombies and the Media
It was something that had fascinated him for the last three years and he was excited to finally explain it to others without them rolling their eyes because they didn't understand his captivation with literature.
Oliver had stacks of books in front of him ranging from Zombie comic books, to Zombie survival guides to even children's stories that dealt with Zombie characters. He even had two Zombie shows playing on his computer, The Walking Dead and World War Z.
Giving up trying to stretch out his muscles from his seat he stood. Maybe if he took a quick stroll around the shelves it would stretch out his back, his legs, and even his mind.
Following his usual path from his table he moved down the children's literature all the way to the adult fiction stopping every once and a while to see if there were any other books that might help his quest. When he finally reached the science fiction section he dropped to the bottom shelf of the third rack and began looking for the inspiration for his paper. Something that he liked to read a few lines from whenever he was taking a break. Instead he only found Deadline, the second book in Mira Grant's fantastic trilogy.
Oliver held the book in his hands, looking over the other shelves to see if someone had carelessly just placed it where it didn't belong. After five minutes of endless searching he finally just gave up and walked dejectedly back to his table.
As he passed the reading nooks he stopped.
There sitting in one of the oversized, older than dirt armchairs was a girl. Not just any girl either, but a girl who made him turn around and look again. A girl who was breathtaking and made his heart beat a little faster.
Having solved the case of the missing book Oliver moved to his next order of business: Figuring out who she was.
Walking back quickly to his table he picked up an index card and wrote quickly and before he could talk himself out of it he went back to where she was sitting.
He almost regretted pulling her out of the world she was in, especially because he knew how compelling it was, but he did it anyways. This might be his only chance so he took it.
"Excuse me, miss?"
She looked up, startled and her blue eyes took his breath away again. Using her finger to mark her page she replied, "Yes?"
"I'm sorry for disturbing you, I just — that's a fantastic book and if you're enjoying it I definitely recommend reading the next one." Smiling, Oliver handed her Deadline.
"Um, thanks. It's really good so far, have you read it before?"
"Only a couple times," He smiled running a hand through his hair. He had read certain passages of it dozens of times and other's hundreds, but only completely a couple.
"Well thanks for this." Holding out her hand to shake his she said, "I'm Clara."
"Oliver."
"Well thanks Oliver."
"No problem, if you ever want to discuss it with anyone I perpetually have a table reserved a few rows down and I'd be more than willing to talk to you about it or anything else."
She laughed and it was melodious making him chuckle as well, "I might have to take you up on that offer sometime."
"I'm counting on it, enjoy the books." With a final wave Oliver moved back to his table. A new skip to his step and a smile he couldn't wipe off of his face.
It was a good day to be in the library.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely Yours
Genç Kız Edebiyatı"Oliver had watched the way she watched the world around her as they had walked to the café and he more than anything wanted a glimpse of what she saw." It all started with a single library card, a single book, a single note, a single girl, and a si...
