When I reached the library I saw his car, it was an all black sports car. A Honda Acura to be exact, it made my Chrysler Crossfire look like a piece of junk. He was leaning on his car waiting, the cloudy day served as cover. I stopped the car and jumped out, lightly landing on my feet.

“So what do you want to talk about?â€? I asked walking into the library with him. “You mean to say, in other words, what the hell do I want.â€? He smiled sheepishly as he finished the sentence. “Well I guess so.â€? I was hesitant to admit that I was curious, I didn’t want him to think he had an advantage over me.

We stepped inside the library. I always seemed to notice my surroundings before I take any more steps. The walls were a deep shade of blue, black wooden book shelves lined the walls, more were scattered everywhere else. Chairs sat by the one large window that made up most of the back wall, they were black and leather.