MY BOOKS TO YOU Chapter 8

 CHAPTER 8

I reach the library at sharp nine. I like being punctual as it makes me feel more comfortable. I open the tall arched door carved of walnut wood. It is really thoughtful that the designer kept in mind all the details. The fanarts of characters from different books. I am exposed to the smell of fresh wood and paper.

"Good morning."

I greet the librarian and head inside to my usual seat.

The setting of my usual seat is amazing. It feels isolated but also surrounded by different worlds waiting to be explored. Books.

I set my bag on the table and inside the book maze. My seat is closer to the fantasy section and definitely far from self self-help section. I do my usual, read all the book names that I have read but never picked because of their huge size. I like reading small books. I can complete them in a day and pick another book for the other day.  My fingers find a book that I longed to buy on shelf six.

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children.

I love the series, and I wanted it in my possession. I watched the movie, and I was so captivated to read the book. This 400-page book was really expensive. So, I never dared to buy any book worth more than four hundred dollars. I always keep a budget, and I am really stubborn. So, I stick to it.

I am still looking at the book, tracing the title of the book I longed to read since I was a teenager.

" Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children. Have you read that book?" It was a familiar voice that kept me engaged last time. Ishaan.

I quickly drop my hand and bring it closer towards my chest. My eyes are open with shock, making them appear more round.  My voice is stuck. It's him. I have to say Hi. I might panic.

That's when his voice came. Like the calm in the ocean. In my ocean of thoughts.

" I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He said, trying to calm me. His eyes were pinned on my eyes. He was looking handsome.

I suddenly remember that I have to talk or else he will start panicking. So I gently close my eyes and smile.

"No worries. I actually did not read the book. I thought I would read only after buying it. But it's too expensive, and I am too stubborn to actually buy it." I answer his question.

" Oh.. that is peak determination. I am sorry, but do you have the book that we talked about yesterday?”

“Yes. I do. It is on my seat."

We both walk side by side towards my spot. I am so aware of his height compared to mine. I barely reach his chin. I ask God in my mind. Why could I not be tall?

I pull out the book from my bag and hand it to him.

"Thank you. Do you mind going to a bookstore with me? I have to get a nice book for my sister, and I have no clue what to get her. " He was talking like he was going to forget all the words if he did not tell them fast.

" Sure. I know a lot of books, but I don't know what books she likes. Which genre does she read?" I never spoke to her except on the book club day.

" Do you want to guess ?" He smiled. Dimples. Both sides of his cheeks had dimples. Dimples are the best potholes that God has ever made.

I try to recall her personality.

" Does she read mystery novels?"

"Yes. You are absolutely correct. What is your favourite genre?"

"Fantasy and you?" I smiled. I just couldn't stop because we were talking about books.

" Same. Fantasy, but I also consider romance books a rainbow in the sky. They bring out the real human feeling, but with fictional characters."

I am surprised at how poetic his lines felt. It felt like he was talking directly to souls. That is really charming.

" You are very poetic when it comes to expressing. You know that, right?" I grin. My bubbly teeth are showing. I am glad that I met someone poetic.

" Thank you for praising me, miss," and he bows down dramatically like a soldier to his queen.

It makes me giggle. His actions are quite funny. I felt like I was in a 1800 romance novel.

"Don't you think we are wasting time talking about nothing?" I said, trying to bring him back to the topic.

"It doesn't feel like a waste of time with you." He raised his eyebrows and started walking towards the door.

I open my mouth in awe, and my eyes are blinking at an incredible speed.

How is he able to flirt with me so effortlessly?