Simione chose the remotest table in the library to settle in. Amidst that towering shelf loaded with books and modern paperbacks, she became a solitary unwelcoming figure at the end who sat there absorbed in what she was reading. Her eyes flickered with intrigue in every sample case she encountered and for a few hours, her mind lingered on nothing but laws and legal predicaments. However soon, a familiar shadow appeared in front of her table and when she dragged her head up to look at the creature who dared to disturb her, her eyebrows curled at the top. It was Saico again, with his charming Snow White look but for some reason, he bore no smiles this time, and his expression filled with concern. He was also disheveled, as though he hastily navigated the labyrinthine aisles of the library to look for her.
"What?" Simione welcomed coldly.
"I think you should go home before the media will feast on you," Saico announced much to Simione's surprise.
