Page could see that from his perch against his window seat. A book was perched on his legs as he stretched over the sofa that he had set there. His window didn't get him much to look at. The house next to his was so close that it robbed him from much scenery. But he could still feel the sun filtering through the clouds and the warmth was one of the reasons why he loved his little spot by the window.
He turned a page of his book before looking up again. From his limited view, he could barely see people moving boxes in and out. The young adult tilted his head, wondering if he should bother to actually say hello. It would be a courteous thing to do. But he didn't think he could stomach the awkward atmosphere that always came with meeting new people. So the librarian decided to push the idea away. Green eyes looked over to the window next to his. It was right across from his room. So close, he could step over if he wanted. He wondered if anyone would be living there. Would they be disturbed to see him always sitting by the window? Well, he didn't care. He loved this little spot and he wasn't moving. The librarian begin to focus back on his book again, trying not to let the new neighbors cloud his mind too much. He knew he couldn't avoid them forever. But he didn't see them meeting too soon.