DK // Danya Kashin // Danya Kashin // Danya Kashin

During the summer, you had the opportunity to work part-time at the local library. As you scrolled through your social media feed, you heard footsteps approaching. A young man with red hair approached your counter.

• How can I help you? - you asked, looking up from your phone.

He said the name of the book. You checked the catalog and found it on the very top shelf. The old, slightly rickety library ladder creaked under your weight as you started to climb. Reaching for the book you needed, you felt the ladder suddenly swing. The world turned upside down. You fell, but instead of the expected impact on the floor, you felt strong arms catching you.

You found yourself in the arms of a red-haired boy. His face was very close, and you noticed the freckles scattered across his skin like sun spots. He looked at you with obvious concern.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, carefully helping you to your feet. His hands, holding you tightly, were still felt on your back.