Living Sacrifices

Chapter Four

     I entered the library and smelled the scent of books and paper, the smell of logic. The libary was like love to me, books everywhere about everything. The temperature inside was cool and it was absolutely quiet, the only sounds that could be heard were flipping pages, mouse's  clicking and finger's typing. They had a whole shelf organized just for architecture which saved me the trouble of looking through all the shelves for the books I need. I made my way to the shelf and started looking at the book titles. Browsing through the titles I found a book quite interesting. I pulled it out leaving a gap between the books and started scanning the pages. I couldn't help but feel eyes looking straight at me, the feeling of being watched. I looked around but no one was looking, everyone was busy in there own way. I guess it's just my crazy mind playing game's on me. I dragged my eyes back to the book I was reading but they instantly halted at a big honey brown eye peeking from the other side of the shelf through the empty gap.

     As soon as I noticed, the eye widened and disappeared. I glided silently to the other side of the shelf but no one was there. Could it just be my imagination?

     I took the book and walked around the libary trying to find the same eye that was spying on me but it was to no avail, that person had disappeared. I ignored what happened and continued reading the book until it was dark outside then decided to leave the library. I was starving and hadn't eaten since breakfast. I walked over to a nice cafe that wasn't far from the library. It served delicious food at great prices and I could eat there forever and not get full. The cafe was red and white from the outside, with wood, ceramic, bronze decorations and other colors on the inside. It was pretty nice and neat not to mention comfortable. I loved coming here and I even became friend's with the owner.

     I pushed the door open as the bell's that hung on it rang and chimed. I walked to a table and waited calmly for the waiter to come take my order. All the waiters were nice and peacful wearing identicle white uniforms giving the place a cozy warm feeling that was very relaxing. The owner was a man in his late thirties around 5'6" or 5'5" tall, he was a little overweight but looked strong as a lion. He was the main chef in his own cafe and whenever he saw me he'd make my dish special in a different way every time I came. The cafe opened a year ago after I settled down in my apartment and I came to it quite often so we got to know each other and chatted many times since.

     "What would you like sir" the waiter asked.

     "A cheese pizza with extra sauce and cheese and a pepsi, tell Matthew its for Mike and he'll understand."

     Matthew knew exactly how I wanted any meal since I've been his costumer for around a year now.  The waiter strolled off into the kitchen opening the door as the sound of pans, chopping, cooking burst out. Every time the door opened the scent of delicious food would flow out and spread everywhere. I glanced around me and again, my eye's halted at honey brown eye's. The same eye's I saw at the library. Sitting in the table not far away from me. I recognized her from her straight red hair, it was Rose looking beautiful as always, but could it be her who was peeking through the gap? Her eyes met mine and she suddenly widened them in shock as if she saw a ghost.

     "Hey, how are you?" I said looking staight at her.

     "Hi, fine thanks. You?"

     "Im fine thanks. Do you often come here?"

     "Yeah I come everyday actually."

     "Cool, I come here alot myself."

     She was sitting alone and I thought inviting her to my table would be a good idea, I could also try to figure out if it was her at the libary.

     "Are you expecting anyone?"

     "No." She replied

     "Would you like to come sit at my table, it would be easier to chat."

     Easier to chat? Like she'd want to talk to me. She paused for a couple of seconds.

     "Yeah sure why not."

     A surge of relief flowed within me.

     "So what are you going to eat?"

     "A cheese pizza, you?"
   
     Wait, was she joking? Maybe she heard my order and was teasing me.

     "Really? Me too" I giggled.

     "No way" she laughed "But mine is going to be better" she said.

     "Want to bet on it?"

     "Your on!"

     We waited for our pizzas to come and I tried focusing on her eyes. Trying to make sure if they were the same.

     "Is there something on my face?" She said bringing me out of my stare. She seemed nervous as if she was hiding something, as if she didn't want me to know something, or, maybe just not realise it.

     "Were you at the library this afternoon?" I asked curiously.

     "I guess I'm busted then, you have sharp eyes."

     "I suppose it was you who was looking at me from the other side of the shelf?"

     "Yeah, I didn't mean to, I was looking through the books and tried to find the ones you told me about and I saw you through the gap between the books."

     I knew it was her. Her eyes are with no doubt the same.

     "I don't mind, but I thought it was you. From the second I saw you I thought to myself those eyes are the same ones."

     "Yep it was me" she said with a low voice.

     We waited silently for our order's to come and after a few minutes the pizzas finally came out of the kitchen in Matthews hands himself. He walked towards us as he greeted customers and gave away smiles. Rose hadn't noticed he had come because she was on her phone. When he reached our table he paused and stared at us in confusion. The face he gave us was rather unusual. Was he surprised I'm sitting with someone for the first time because I always sat alone? A chill spilled down my spine as seconds of utter silence passed.

     Published: 7 / 9 / 2017