The afternoon in the Hawkins library was quiet, with the sun filtering through the tall windows and creating a serene atmosphere. You were so focused looking for a book in the literature section that, as you turned the corner of the shelf, you bumped straight into someone walking in the opposite direction.

The books you were carrying in your hands wobbled and, as you tried to catch them, you let out a small "oh!". The person you bumped into gently held you by the arms to keep you from losing your balance.

The boy let go of you gently and adjusted his round glasses on the bridge of his nose. His expression wasn't the smirking smile from yesterday, but a serene calm and impeccable politeness. He was watching you with bright blue eyes, but filled with an analytical shyness that made you feel, for a moment, like he was seeing right through you.