"Hey," An accented voice cut me off of my whirlwind of crazy thoughts.
My eyes raised up from the book, up at a tall blonde with pale blue eyes, with a school bag hanging off his shoulder. I re-positioned myself so it didn't look like I was splaying myself on the seat
I cleared my throat, with hopes that my face wasn't as fucking red as it usually was when I was flustered.
"Hi," I said in the usual low tone. "What are you doing here?" I added.
"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Emmerson."
I smiled. "I'm Psyche."
Emmerson shrugged and took a seat next to me on the table. His mouth was moving so I assume he had something in his mouth.
"What do people do in libraries?" Emmerson asked, his tone suggesting a teasing situation going on.
"Eat books? Hit themselves with books on their foreheads while crying about who the fuck thought mathematics was a good idea?" I deadpanned.
