CHAPTER 7 The Library

The library is peaceful.

Rows of books.

Soft lighting.

Dusty silence.

Mrs. Rosenberg asks me where the romance novels are.

I show her.

A kid asks for manga.

I show him.

A homeless guy falls asleep in the reading corner.

I cover him with a blanket.

Sometimes I wonder if people would believe what I do at night.

Probably not.

Morgan shows up around noon.

She walks between the shelves like she owns the place.

Black boots.

Black coat.

Glasses slightly crooked.

"You look adorable shelving books."

"Don't say adorable."

"Why?"

"It implies warmth."

She leans against the cart.

"You should have some warmth."

"I'm fine."

She tilts her head.

"You're lonely."

"I'm efficient."

She laughs quietly.

"You really are a little doomer."

I shrug.

She steps closer.

Close enough that I smell her perfume.

Dark.

Like incense and old paper.

"Come over tonight," she says.

"Why?"

"I want to see the basement."

"No you don't."

Her smile widens.

"Oh but I really do."

She doesn’t press on but she just keeps on hanging around me and just enjoys what company to her she thinks i am.