Prologue

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I ran my hands through the shelves and sniffed in the beloved smell I was getting at, the smell of freshly minted books, I gasped in satisfaction letting a grin take over my face. I plopped out soft dark green covered Greek Mythology book and suppressed myself from hugging and kissing the book, I am a living Greek Mythology person, no doubt at that.

I walked towards a table as my dark widened eyes skimmed through the pages, I walked slowly not quite looking at what might be the impact of me and a table or person until a stone hard person's chest hit my face, my hands were pressed to his chest,

As my book hit the ground causing a soft thud, I immediately apologized and removed myself from him.

"I-I-I'm sorry." I shuttered looking up at the person, except the person, wasn't there, he just simply turned on his heel and walked to an empty table.

I sat diagonal from him as he didn't even look at me, he just read through his book and occasionally bit into his burger. "I'm really sorry about that." I told him smiling a little bit as he looked at me swallowing his burger, suggesting that I should go on, "Again." I laughed lightly, making sure the librarian wouldn't hear me but my laughter didn't mirror and he was glaring at me so my laugh came to an end. "You think it's funny that you bumped into me?" He asked glaring daggers.

"No, but-

-but what? You think I'm going to magically like you if you do? I don't find it necessary for you to sit here."

Jerk.

"I was just-

-just going away? Yes, yes, you were."

He murmured as his eyes skimmed through the pages of his book.

I stomped on my heel, as I huffed but just as I was starting to walk I slipped

on a paper like material and almost gagged at word 'Regular' that was plastered in a firm red font on a receipt that was his.

He didn't bother pick me up, he just picked up the receipt and ignored me.

I helped myself while standing up and he's a regular?

I have to hide myself behind the huge tan bookshelves, mostly because I'm afraid he might punch me in the throat if I gasp for air.

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