The boy with chocolate brown curls hanging in front of his forehead, pushed open the heavy door of the library, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood enveloping him. This was it. The perfect escape from the chaos of his life in the spotlight. He loved coming here to recharge, away from the noise and flashing cameras.
As he walked through the aisles, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He wandered through the different sections, pulling out a book that looked appealing.
Just as he flipped through the pages, he noticed a girl at a nearby table, her head bent over a stack of books.
Her thick and wavy hair was falling from her shoulders, as he watched her for a moment, captivated by the way she chewed her pencil in deep thought. There was something refreshing about her, an air of authenticity that immediately drew him in.
After a moment of hesitation, he decided to approach her. "Hey, what are you working on?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
She looked up, surprise flickering across her face before giving him a warm smile.
"Oh, hey! Just some research for a project. I'm trying to find inspiration for a music piece I'm composing."
"Really? That's awesome," he replied, genuinely intrigued. "What kind of music?"
She hesitated for a second, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"I mostly write indie and acoustic stuff. You know, personal and raw."
Bradley's interest grew.
"Sounds great. I'm a musician too. I'm actually in a band." he didn't want to drop his name, so he kept it vague.
Her eyes widened. "No way! That's really cool. I love music. It's my escape, you know?"
"Same here," he said, feeling a spark of connection. "What inspires your lyrics?"
She leaned back, her enthusiasm shining through. "Life experiences, mostly. Emotions and stuff like that. I think that the simplest things often carry the most weight."
He just nodded, feeling the same way. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for ages. He was surprised by how comfortable he felt, like he could be himself, without her knowing about his fame.
As they chatted, he learned more about her, her love for poetry, her passion for storytelling, and her dream of performing one day. In return, he shared bits about his own journey, the ups and downs of being in the music industry, but mostly, he focused on the feeling of creating.
Time flew by pretty quickly, and before they noticed, the library began to empty. The soft light from the windows turned golden, casting a warm glow over the room.
"Wow, I didn't realize how late it is," the said, glancing at her watch. "I should probably get going."
"Yeah, me too," he replied, a hint of disappointment creeping in. He didn't want this moment to end.
"But I really enjoyed talking to you."
"Me too!" she said, her eyes sparkling. "I didn't expect to have such a great conversation today."
"Do you think... I mean, would you want to keep in touch?" he asked, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.
"Maybe we could share music or something?"
She smiled, her cheeks flushing again. "I'd like that. Here, let me give you my number."
As she typed it into his phone, he felt a rush of warmth. There was something special about her, something genuine that felt rare in his world.
"Alright, I'll definitely reach out," he said, his heart racing.
"Looking forward to it," she replied, her smile brightening his day even further.
They exchanged goodbyes, and as he walked out of the library, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something wonderful.
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