Revealed

12. Solane

I need to find that guy. I don't know why it bugged me so much, but I need to find out where I know him from. My body is itching to know. It's kind of like that feeling you get when you can't wait to know how a book ends, so you spoil it by searching up the summary and reviews and maybe even reading the last couple of pages before you continue where you left off.

I do that all the time. Suspense was not something I had the patience for.

I run over to the front desk and pick up the book they guy dropped before the librarian could reach it. Placing the two books that were in my hand on the desk, I say, "I'll rent both of these please."

The librarian eyes me down. She seemed annoyed and took her time scanning the books. Could she have gone any slower?

I fidget. I don't know how far that mystery guy could have walked, sprinted, or ran. As soon as my books were in a bag, I dash. I swear I've never run so fast in my whole life. I've honestly been spitting out professional track moves.

Then I find him. He covers his head with his hoodie and speed walks down the sidewalk and across the street.

"Hey! Wait up! You left your book!" I sound so desperate screaming across the road to this stranger.

What if he thought I was a creep? Oh my gosh. I don't know how I would have lived with myself if that had happened.