#WritcoStoryPrompt75
He fell for her the moment he saw her at the library.
The air in the library was thick with the scent of old paper and hushed whispers. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Ethan. He was supposed to be studying for his finals, but his gaze kept drifting towards the corner table.
Sitting there, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, was a vision in a flowing blue dress. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that was both ethereal and captivating. She was completely engrossed in a book, her brow furrowed in concentration, a delicate hand tracing the lines...