By: Katelyn Tijerina
“Dance with me”
I stare at the extended hand. callused, hard labor turns soft. The music was playing loudly so he was standing close to me to hear the awaited answer. I glanced back into his eyes, a darkness lined the outside and faded into a blue mist a lot of guys would envy but they weren’t trustworthy. I could tell that.
“come on” I hold my drink out to him
“no, I’ll pass, got to finish” he continues on his path to find a mate for the night in anyone that will take him. I observe the club other men surrounded swarmed like a bunch of confused bees with no purpose. I didn’t really like it there. People said ‘I needed to get out more’ I put down a 10 and left. I got in my grimy Volkswagen and drove to where I was the happiest; the library I walked in and took a breath, books much preferable than the smell of sweat and mistakes. I walked around found about six books to read. As I was walking to find a place to sit I felt a sharp pain causing me to lose control and toppled. The books scattered and One landed on my Leg corner first
“Ow” I winced
“I’m so so sorry” I looked up and moved my hair. I saw a stranger frantically pick up my books He put them on one of the many shelves that surrounded us. He extended his hand out reminding me of the boy in the bar but his hands were soft, probably a student. I trusted his worried brown eyes. I put my hand in his I realized how cold I was as soon as I touched him his skin which radiated heat I blushed he pulled me to my feet “thanks man” I grab my books on the Shelf
“Good choice” he nodded toward my top book The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
“Yeah I’ve already read them but I continue rereading them” this, this could be the start of my story and so it was told…
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