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Library

The lines of the article in front of her kept blurring, and she was finding it increasingly harder to stop her attention from drifting someplace else. Even though the bar was scarce, there was still a low buzz surrounding her from the few people who did find themselves in this place, seemingly forgotten by everyone and anyone. She knew she didn‘t belong in a place like this; she probably stood out like a sore thumb. She couldn‘t find it in her to care; the libraries were all full, and more importantly, full of people she may know, people that would surely take her prisoner of their small talk about how it‘s going and what is new. Even a place too shitty to be called a dive bar was a better choice than that. And the girl thought the place had its own charm anyway; it may have been dark, old, lonely, and not too clean, but she found it kept her interested. Even though the thing that should have held her focus was on the table in front of her, forgotten. She tried to entertain the thought of trying to read it again, but after only a few words, her eyes were moving towards the bar, or the barkeep; she wasn‘t sure. She didn‘t blame herself for it, couldn‘t, really. Watching water boil would have stolen her attention from her work, and the man behind the bar was far more captivating than that. She was trying to be subtle about her observation, only taking peeks at him when she thought he couldn‘t notice. She thought it would be the most embarrassing thing if he caught her, some little girl, coming into kind of a hole-in-the-wall bar to supposedly study, even though the dim lights made it hard to even make out the words in front of her, and gawking and drooling about the barkeep, who must have had at least twenty years on her instead. But she couldn‘t help herself. She didn‘t know if it was him or if she would have given her attention to any man there at that time (she liked to think she wasn‘t that desperate, and the man‘s enigmatic energy was what drew her in). She debated if she should just leave, go to her car waiting for her in the vacant parking lot out front, get home, and ponder about the man in her shower tonight. She suspected she might do more than just ponder. Subconsciously, the young woman started fixing her hair and dress, and before she knew it, she was standing up and approaching the bar. When his attention turned her way, she realized she didn‘t plan this far ahead and was struggling to come up with something, anything, to say. She kept her eyes on his fingers, pinching a cigarette that was about to burn out, but she still felt his gaze on her face and, simultaneously, felt her cheeks burning up. God, she must have looked like a complete moron. She felt like the bar was turning red, her cheeks overshining whatever lighting there was in the first place. She should have just said she wanted a drink, a whiskey, whatever, but his stare had her throat closing up, and god, she didn‘t expect to react to him in THIS embarrassing of a way. She could see him putting his cigarette out and inching closer. Finally, she was able to lift her gaze up and meet his, and felt the wind being knocked out of her lungs again as she was met by the stare of his blue eyes, so distant but so inviting all at once. She was about to open her mouth, at last, muster whatever it was she was capable of coming up with, and bolt through the door as soon after that as was humanly possible. And then she heard his voice, low, slow, and deep: „It never occurred to me that this place resembles a library to some.“