He has dark gorgeous hair, a little curly. Those brown eyes are so dreamy and kind of ruling. I felt so envious of those pages he was looking at. With a little smirk, he shrugged those broad shoulders a little. His jawlines were defining something else. Like Troilus in Shakespeare's tragedy Troilus and Cressida, a divine vision of youthful masculinity.

I don't know how long I was mesmerised by him until I was stung by a bumble bee. I'm not sure what secrets of life it tried to convey by its little humming. They are the messengers that help to focus our scattered energy again. Suddenly, he got up and turned towards the window.

He placed the leaf on his hand inside the book and kept it back on the shelf. 'Your current read?' -he asked. I didn't know what to say as I stared at him clueless. 'Well, I'm Emma. I just came here and thought of getting a book to start. Can you suggest me one?'

'I think I already mentioned!' - he smiled. I was totally confused. 'It's ok, maybe the bee forgot about it when it reached you!' We both burst into laughter. And at the same time, I was embarrassed. Those words he was saying felt like a melodious chant. Those eyes are now focused only on me. Like I wished.

......... to be continued

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