Blissfully unaware of the presence of his stalk- I mean, Number 1 fan, yet constantly aware of the predatory gaze she had locked onto him, Seth charged through the library like a freight train. Considering the fact he was running at roughly 40 mph during his sprints, that comparison was closer than you'd think.
That wasn't even his top speed too, the only reason he was sitting at that speed despite the urgency was the constant twists and turns he was having to take as he weaved through the stacks of bookshelves. Well... Perhaps 'weaving' was a bit generous of a term. While he was technically turning, that was like saying a car slamming into a wall at full speed was technically braking. In fact, that's exactly how he was turning.
