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stan arrived first at the library.

he put his things down and got to work.

then he heard the door open.

"good morning stan."

"hi daniel."

daniel walked to the back.

stan was getting everything set up.

few minutes pass by the library starts to fill up.

stan was just checking out books, and putting them away.

now he was waiting for more people to come in so he just pulled out the same book and started reading it.

he heard the door open.

"hi welcome to-

he saw the same guy from yesterday that for some reason he couldn't keep his eyes off him.

he put his book down.

he watched as he went to the back again out of stan's view.

stan got out the desk and tried to follow him.

he walked into an aisle to pretend he was putting books away.

he saw him sitting down at a table.

stan went up behind him.

"uh, interesting book your reading."

stan said trying to make conversation.

the guy didn't answer.

"oh i'm sorry, continue reading i was- sorry."

stan went away.

he kept staring at him.

he got up from the table and closed the book.

he went to a near by bookshelf labeled "stan's picks."

it was a book shelf full of stan's favorite books.

he got one and sat down.

"oh wow, you just took a book from my shelf! i'm stan, and i love "kill the moon!"

stan said.

the guy didn't answer him again.

"oh right i'm sorry i forgot don't bother you while your reading."

stan chuckled.

"wow, he could at least say something."

stan thought to himself.

stan went up to a bookshelf where the guy could see him.

the guy looked up and they locked eyes.

he smiled.

stan smiled back.

stan pretended to put books away.

he then looked at the book that was on the table.

"oh my god! this was the book that went missing yesterday! you had it, thank god i thought that i'd get in trouble with my boss."

stan said laughing trying to take the book.

the guy looked up at him and grabbed the book.

stan a confused noise and let go of the book.

"sorry i- are you mute?"

the guy looked at him for a moment.

he pulled out a notebook.

stan watched as he did so.

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