willowdaydream
"Why do you bring your books with you, anyway?" She asked one afternoon on their ride back to Strawford station.
"To read, obviously," he replied sarcastically.
"Jesus. You're dumb. I mean, how can you read in this crowd? How do you focus?"
"Well, I just kind of forget about everything around me when I'm reading."
"You mean you lose yourself in the book?"
"Yeah. Something like that." Except that he knew better; he often found himself in books, instead of losing it.