The Girl in the Windowsill.

Her

It feels like I've read almost all the books here. I decided to start with Greek mythology again. As usual I was trying to read and focus on the book but I smelled something odd. Not bad odd but good. It smelled like candy but everyone knows you can't eat in here. I decided to go around pretending to look for a book to find that smell. I was going to tell whoever that there is no candy allowed here. I felt like a bloodhound trying to sniff out who did it. It smelled like sweat in the anime area (anime nerds are also gamers in their 40s who live with their moms). Definitely not it. The non fiction section smelled like older men so that was a no. As I got closer to the sci-fi area the scent got stronger. It was super strong as I passed this girl sitting in the windowsill. Hard to believe that it was her considering she had a lot of leather on. She looked too badass to smell like candy. She was really pretty, long black hair, beautiful green eyes. I caught myself staring before she did. She was reading Percy Jackson, the same one I was reading. What is a girl like that doing reading a book like that in a place like this? I sat back down realizing I can see her from my seat. Today I did more staring than reading. I barely got two books done. She was still there when I left. I could only think about her that night. I'll probably never see her ever again.