Aug 2, 2020
The library is busier than Spencer had expected. He’d had the library from his hometown in mind: semi-abandoned and forgotten by most of the locals. He hadn’t considered the tourists that would stumble upon this particular library and follow the locals in for the sake of it. As he sits on the low wall outside the building, taking small sips from the coffee he was too impatient to let cool, Spencer pulls his gaze from his phone for long enough to spy what he swears is a familiar face passing by. “Hey,” he calls before he even thinks twice about it, standing and pacing over when he’s ignored until he’s close enough to reach out for their shoulder. “You ignoring me?”
