The sun was strong, the rays kind, and there was a chill of the north wind in the air.
The library was filled with the scent of books and ink, rows and rows of books filling the shelves.
Joe Heath walked her all the way upstairs and only then waved goodbye.
"When you're ready to leave, remember to call me. I'll come fetch you."
Joe Heath had his hands in his coat pockets, tall and lean, with handsome brows and eyes, his beautiful pupils twinkling in the sunlight.
"Alright."
Jasmine Yale didn't say okay and didn't say no.
Once he'd left, she found a quiet spot to sit down.
Spreading out the book, she glanced outside to appreciate the view.
The sun was softly lighting up the ground and several wintersweet flowers were blossoming on the empty plot of land downstairs. The flowers were small, and the fragrance was everywhere.
Jasmine Yale rubbed between her eyebrows before lowering her head to read.
"In accord with..."
"Out of breath..."
