Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 27 ~

"Hello," A slight chuckle escapes her mouth before even finishing her introduction. "What's your name?"

I can't believe they will be a person here that will have the courage to interrupt me from reading. When I finally lift my gaze at her, something about her blue gem for eyes hold something amazing. I don't know what's that wonderful thing, but I ought to find out. Placing down the book I'm reading, I extend my hand at her with a wide grin. "Declan Calderon, and you are?"

She shakes my hand, the smile on her face from earlier widens that reaches both her ocean deep eyes. "Sarah Hennington. Pleased to meet you, Declan."

I casually glance around the library. It seems like the other students are busy either chatting/gossiping something softly with their friends, doing their homework—which the "home" part of that doesn't make sense now since they're in a public library, or just silently reading that's either required or not. I turn my head back to Sarah, the only person here that came out of nowhere, like she's some sort of enchantress of the library. When she allows herself to sit down next to me, I already know I'm going to be in a long, long conversation with this stranger. But instead of feeling quite uneasy, it looks so easy to have a conversation with her.

"What are you reading?" She glances down at the book that I've placed faced-down on the table.

"The Girl With A Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson." When she raises an eyebrow, I cough up the lump in my throat to continue on. "It's a psychological thriller, and it's the first book of The Millennium Series."

"I have a feeling you're into reading mystery genre?" She rests her arm on the table as her head lean on her open palm, still gazing me with those blue eyes. There was a glint of something they flash for a brief moment in her eyes, but I wasn't fast enough to see what was in there.

A chuckle escapes my mouth, the vibration causes me to forcefully swallow the anxious feeling that's building in my throat. "Is it that obvious?"

She tilts her head for her to see both me and the book on the table, "Well, judging by how thick the book is, and your cute nerdy glasses, I just have a hunch that you read mystery and sometimes pull an all-nighter just to finish like 5 to 10 chapters."

I involuntarily adjust my glasses, either from self-conscious or in confidence, but the blood rushing to my checks gives me an idea that it's from being self-conscious. "This is just for reading, and also to prevent radiation to my eyes." I remove the glasses and gently hand it to her and to my surprise—since I didn't plan this conversation ahead of time—she took the glasses from my hand and begin to examine it. When she tries the glasses on, I immediately chuckle out how adorable she looks with my glasses.

When she focuses her attention to me, a faint shade of pink appears on her cheeks. "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, you just look adorable with those on," I don't know what made me tell her the truth, but it just came out so naturally. She tries to hide her smile with a hand, and I could feel like this is some kind of beginning to what will be a wonderful adventure.

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I can't believe how my brain just decided to remind me that very first day. Of all the days my mind can reminisce the past, this ain't the best time for it. Luckily, the mystery woman—Constance, can't read minds. If so, she had seen that sign as a red flag and decided to get far away from me, but that doesn't even bother me in the slightest, there are other things that bother me the most. One of those things is something to do with her surname—the other is being problematic about how will I make Jeremy a real living being. There's no way she's a Montgomery, I just don't see it in her soul.