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Vada held a frayed novel between her fingers, tapping along the edge of the book completely indulged in the words on the paper. It was some Jack London novel, a classic that she'd never gotten the chance to read. The book was so old, however, that the corners of the pages were yellowed and curling over.
She sat behind her new library desk, notebook by her side to keep track of the points of those who enter and leave. Vincent sat parallel to her at one of the round tables, feet on the surface with his chair leaning back, horror novel in his hands. His brow was furrowed and his lips parted as his eyes skimmed over the words.
The day had been busy, people came and went and many were rude, and Vada supposed she didn't like the job as much as she thought she would. With a myriad of books around her, somehow she found herself picking them up and throwing them back down after the first chapter. Nothing could completely rid her boredom, and even Jack London couldn't satisfy her, so she placed it back in it's rightful spot.
"Shouldn't you be eating?" Vada called over the shelf. It was lunch and the library was vacant other than the two friends who had been sitting in silence. She'd had people coming and going all day between breaks, but when it was lunch, everybody gathered in the caf for their meal.
"Shouldn't you?" He asked, giving a quick glance up.
Sealing her lips, Vada tapped the spines of the books and slumped in boredom. "Not hungry."
"Me neither." Vincent replied shortly. "I'll eat at dinner."
Sighing, Vada nodded her head and plopped down in the seat in front of him. She watched his eyes roam the page and the loose strands of hair that fell in front of his face. When Vincent noticed her sitting heavily in her chair, he closed his book and marked it with a dog ear.
"What's up?"
"I hate this job."
Vincent raised his brow and emitted a loud snort. "Halfway through your first day and you already hate it?" He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet down. "That's pessimism if I've ever heard it."
Vada creased her brow and threw her head back. "Everybody here is so rude. I don't get it, I mean, how did I get so lucky that I met you here, on my first day?"
"I was reading a book." He glanced up at the novels, stagnant in the shelves collecting dust. "It drew you to me because like you, I would rather be reading than talking to anybody here." He swirled his finger in a circle.
