Eric has never been the outgoing and energetic type of person. He is rather calm and quiet, which is why he got this job as a librarian secretary. He has always liked to be silent and hated having his peace disturbed, so this was his ideal job although he also studies literature at university.

Eric has been working at the city library for about two years and feels comfortable. He mainly organizes and places the books on their shelves, and he really has no complaints. However, he has noticed a specific client who usually goes to the library three times a week to sit and read or simply be with friends. The scent of old paper and lemon wood polish hangs in the air as sunlight streams through the tall windows, illuminating dust particles dancing in the air.

Eric fell in love at first sight with her, and whenever he sees her, he steals small glances. They haven't really exchanged many words because Eric is too shy and clumsy around her. He can't help but stumble, stutter and drop his books when he sees her. He even tries to give her small smiles, but the only thing he manages to do is blush like a beet at the simple thought of making eye contact with her.

Today was a day like any other, a Thursday afternoon. Eric was putting the books on their respective shelves, humming a melody under his breath—probably some Taylor Swift song he'd heard recently. The soft scratch of his shoes against the carpet and the occasional thud of a book hitting the shelf were the only sounds in the quiet section.

Eric was concentrating on his own business when one of the books fell from his hand. He bent down to pick it up but it had already been picked up by someone—her. The warmth of embarrassment immediately rushed to his cheeks as he stood up.

He felt his face heat up when his eyes met hers. He took the book slowly and adjusted his glasses, his fingers trembling slightly. "thank you." He said barely above a whisper, with his cheeks tinted a crimson red that matched the color of the library's antique chairs.