Mar 4, 2017
@drheartthrob
After a long day, the silence of the library was exactly what Ayame needed. School never failed to exhaust the geneticist, especially the expected social aspect of it. She had been caught by an upperclassman, some street racer or something, having to deal with about 20 minutes of incessant rambling before Ayame had politely excused herself.
The relief that flooded through her when she found that the library was sparsely populated was indescribable, and she set down her stuff on a table. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Taichi - the first time that they had met, he had seemed nice enough. Clearing her throat to get his attention, she gave a small wave.
“Good afternoon.”