She turned around and something caught her eye. The cover was worn-out and the sides had black spots swathed to the bottom. It wasn't particularly pretty to look at but she was vaguely curious as to why it looked as if it was read numerous times already. She strolled over to the shelf that had consumed the left side of the library and daintily stood on her toes. She reached for it but had the unfortunate luck as she pushed it further back.

A sigh of exasperation escaped her lips and she became aware of the ladder that rested against the bookshelf near her. She hastily scrambled towards it and grabbed it firmly. She carried it to the front of the bookshelf and climbed it in difficulty. She reached down towards her skirt and flattened it out. She bit her lip as she looked at the book pushed to the back of the shelf.

She reached out and flexed her fingers as her fingertips slightly grazed the book’s spine. A grin started to tug at the sides of her lips as she held the spine and her fingers gently tugged it forward. She had it.

“Miss?”

Her concentration broke as surprise took a hold of her senses. She braced herself as she felt her feet slip from the ladder and a gasp escaped her lips. She looked down and saw a pair of arms encircle her waist and a pair of skewed glasses rest upon the base of her neck.

“Are—are you alright, miss?”

She dimly nodded her head as she scrambled to her feet in embarrassment. “I’m sorry!” She sputtered out as a blush started to scatter at her cheeks.

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Love,

E.