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It was messy, uncalculated, and slightly reckless on his part. He’d taken the wrong bus to the wrong soccer field, realizing something was wrong when the playing field was obstructed by a big, storied building. His lips pulled at each other until they were ripe with pink ash, nearly stepping inside when the door swung open and a blonde figure staggered to meet his frame. She was carrying books. He’d managed to grab them before they tumbled to the wet pavement, eyes wide and arms crumpled between both of their chests.
Carefully, he maneuvered them to fit into her arms again, even brushing the stray hairs that formed a yellow glade behind her shoulders - ensuring that everything was near perfect. He flashed an apologetic smile, but didn’t move out of her way, motioning his head toward the building.
“Is this a Library?”
