Yellow.

five.

"Imaaaaaaaaaaaan," Harry whines with an offended expression as he notices the stamp can running out of ink.

"Coming!" She calls out to him and returns her attention to the man in front of her. "Okay that book is amazing, I have to assist him now and I promise to add that into my reading list Barbs," Iman smiles, walking back to join Harry.

He is frustrated and slightly irritated. The man in front of him talks fast with a strong accent and is using a lot of terms Harry cannot exactly process, besides he keeps calling him buddy and assumes he can touch him without any permission. Utterly wrong and un allowed. The can has ran out of ink and the man called Liam is using it as an opportunity to keep up a conversation about a football match with him, and Harry barely watches football unless Zayn and Robin beg him to join them.

"Hey, what's up?" She asks standing next to him, eyeing the books placed in front of him and looks at him.

"Ink! Out...out of ink and this guy...gosh he can talk!" Harry rolls his eyes, looking away with a frown and running a hand through his hair.

"Heeeeeey! I just like being friendly," Liam chuckles and shakes his head, wondering what is making Harry act all stuck up, and slightly childish.

"I will get you a new can of Ink and we can both help this guy get his book, Hmm is that okay with you Harry?" Iman carefully asks and Harry shrugs, uninterested.

"Sure," he mumbles.

Iman smiles in understanding and gives Liam a meaning look, as if mentally telling him to try understanding Harry without asking any questions. She walks across the room and picks up two dark green coloured ink cans, along with her remaining almonds. Although they are plainly toasted, they have a sweet and buttery taste to it. She has not had a chance to tell him how amazing they taste, because he has taken the job of stamping borrowed books from the club a bit too serious.

"Here we go, Ink can for us, what book are you taking from the club Liam?" Iman says opening the can and reaching her hand to get the book from Liam.

"Uh...you...you know him?" Harry asks in a quiet tone and bites down his lip.

"Yeah Harry, he is also from university and I know all the names of everyone in the book club, he is also nice," she says collecting the small foam from his hand and quirking an eyebrow at Liam.

"Hi, I am Liam and you? Oh I am taking The Alchemist, I hear it is amazing," Liam speaks with a smile and keeps his eyes on Harry, who is puffing his cheeks and pinning his eyes down on the table.

"Oh it is superb! I read it last month and gosh it was so beautiful to read, perfect words and such great writing, you will enjoy this," Iman beams with admiration and ticks the book off the list. She dips the foam into the can and hands it back to Harry, but he does not collect it from her.

"Harry? Are you comfortable?" She inquires in a concerned tone, and gets no response from him.

Harry deepens his frown and steps back, releasing a low groan and rubbing his palms. He is uncomfortable and a bit insecure about not being able to partake in the conversation, and also a bit nervous about more people walking into the room. He runs his fingers through his hair and feels his palms get sweaty. Although he appears nervous and shaky, deep down he is mentally repeating a mantra to himself, he does not want to get anxious about the little things because that cannot help him become fully independent.

"Okay....Harry is okay...okay!" He gives two thumbs up with a weak giggle but keeps a space between them.

"You need a bottle of water or something mate?" Liam asks with a concerned look, studying his mannerisms and trying to connect dots together.