Aurora

It was a rainy afternoon when she entered the library to study. The smell of wet books, the silence, the yellowish lights… everything made the atmosphere almost too intimate. She was trying to find a rare book, but the tallest bookshelf was blocking part of her view. And that's when a hand appeared above hers. "Is this the one you want?" said a low, soft male voice. Aurora turned slowly. He was there: tall, with dark eyes that seemed to read more than she said, his hair tousled as if he had just woken up. A new student, she thought. She had never seen him before.