The cold caused my nose to turn a shade of red and get a little bit of sniffles.
Not being able to take this any longer I quickly walked into a rather large library.
It was warm and smelled like lavender and leather mixed. Very odd scent.
I took my gloves off and walked around a bit, fingers gliding against the books.
I finally found a book worth my time.
The perks of being a wallflower,
My favourite.
I noticed that the book was almost stuck on the shelf, I pulled at hard as I could but it did not budge one bit.
I heard a sigh from the other side of the bookshelf and realized that another person was pulling on it.
I peered around the corner to see a women.
Beautiful at that.
Her hair was perfectly curled and reached just above her nice bottom...it was brunette, her eyes were blue and from what I could tell- her cheeks were red from the cold.. Or maybe it was her makeup? Who knows.
"Give it one last Tug and it should pop right out." Her beautiful blue eyes caught my own and then she looked back at the book and quickly pulled it from the shelf causing her to fall backwards.
I quickly caught her and she looked up at me as I held her.
I cleared my throat as it felt as though we were looking at Each other for ever.
She once again, quickly got up and fixed her brown, leather coat.
"Thank you." She mumbled and I smiled at her, hoping for one in return but to my surprise She began walking away and I stood there awkwardly, shuffling my boots around.
I huffed and focused my attention to an object shining at the corner of my eye.
I brought my sight to the tiny metal thing and realized that it was a diamond bracelet.
Looked very expensive.
Now you may be thinking.
TAKE THAT SHIT AND RUN!!
But I really needed an excuse to see those beautiful eyes once more.
I picked it up, slipping it in my pocket and began searching the whole library for the mystery girl.
No where. Of course with just my luck.
I huffed and walked out of the old building.
How weird.
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Petrichor/: h.s
RomanceThe only word he used to describe her was petrichor. pet·ri·chor ˈpeˌtrīkôr/ noun noun: petrichor 1. a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather."
