he slid in note towards
her hesitantly, and bit
at his lip. he tried his
hardest not to tap his
fingers on the wooden
table in the library, to
break the silence.
every time he had
tapped his nails on
the wood she slung
her bag over her
shoulder and left in
a hurry. she carefully
read the note. the note
that took him at least
an hour to get the
right words.
what's your name?
it was stupid that it
had taken him so much
time for him to think of
that. but she bit her lip,
and pressed her lips
into a thin line, placing
her hand over her mouth.
she took a pencil out and
simply wrote one word,
before she ran out of the
library.
leigh.
