Luke had been tracking the man for a full day, or perhaps more than that. Learning his habits and the people he familirized himself with. The man himself was not the target, but he knew he was close to him. He had followed the man to a small library, he knew it was because as he had entered it was very quiet and the smell of books, old ones, new ones, loved ones, had hit him like a slap in the face. he couldn't help but smile a little to himself.
Now he'd found his way back there, the man was lost for the day, he would not be of much help now. It was a charming little place, or so it felt like, not much fuzz and without the disturbance. he had been guided over to the frontdesk where he was no casually leaning against it with his elbow and seemed to be searching among the shelves with his eyes. "Excuse me." He could atleast hear somoene behind the desk, or somewhere close by. "I'm looking for a book." Well of course he was, he was in a library after all.