Dear Mr. Parker

It was four o’clock in afternoon and University’s library was almost empty. Biggest group of students was sitting around a big round table in the centre of library’s hall. They were furiously whispering and pointing into some notes, showing some diagrams to each other and rolling dices. Away from them almost in a corner nearby scanning machine a blonde guy was reading a book.

His table was empty: no can’s of coke, no biscuits, and no notes. There was only a red pen in a front of him. Sometimes guy stretched his arm, picked a pen and crossed something in a book. He didn’t pay attention to a humming noise from main table or to a girl who was watching him for quite a while.

She was sitting in other side of the hall and looking at his blonde short hair, clean wide chin and bright skin. He reminded to her a picture of a German soldier she once saw in history book. Only that soldier was smiling.

Girl bit her lower lip. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do what she was planning to do but on other hand, she was sure that there was nothing to lose. She stood up, tided her skirt then picked some random magazines from a shelf and started to walk through the room. She was hoping that the guy will raise his eyes and smile to her but he didn’t.

She slammed magazines on the table.

‘What are you reading?’ – She said.

‘A book. I’m reading a book.’ He was talking with a slight accent.

The girl rolled her eyes.

‘Come on man. I mean what book are you reading?’

Without moving his head, the guy stretched his arm, picked a red pen from the table and crossed something in the text. Girl leaned on the table and gave him a harsh look.

‘Wait a minute.’ She said. ‘Is this a library’s book?’

He sighed and looked up.

‘No.’ He said. ‘It’s not library’s book.’

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...d stood up. She stood up as well.

‘Will you leave your magazines?’ – He asked when they stepped away from the table.

She doesn’t even bother to look back.

‘Someone will pick them up.’

When they passed a group in a middle of a hall, one of the students pointed a finger to the other and said ‘I shall drink from your skull your greasiness.’

‘Morons.’ Said Amy turned to the guy. ‘Are we going to the cafe?

‘We are not going to cafe.’ Guy said. ‘Machine on top floor makes a better coffee. Real milk my ass.’

‘What did you say?’ Girl didn’t hear the last words.

‘Nothing.’

The top floor was even emptier than a library. A narrow line of meeting rooms was not very popular amongst students. A pub on opposite side of the road had more luck than library’s fifth floor. ‘Maybe this is why coffee is better here.’ Amy thought. ‘Never used filters make a better coffee or something.’