Aubrey
The coincidence you didn't know you needed.
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...The library is quiet, as expected. As hoped for, in fact. It's a real pleasure to come by after lectures and enjoy the peace of silence for a few hours before getting dangerously close to dozing off and heading home with nothing left to study. It's not exactly turning you into the social butterfly you had hoped to turn into after leaving the cocoon of your home, but it's suiting to your current use-cases really well, so you're fine with it.
...You turn your head around. Though you may not like to admit it, it is quite pleasurable to observe the population of the library. Mostly people are just going about their days - studying for university or working on their laptops - but in that tunnel vision of theirs they become prone to not noticing when looked at. When said individuals are physically attractive, you can't help but take advantage of that and sneak a look or two, but nothing too terrible. Nothing you couldn't forgive yourself for. This time, however, you find yourself to be prey of that practice.
...Your eyes meet those of a woman. An interesting one at that, quite stand-out in her choice of clothing and accessories, though in that sense there being nothing particularly revealing or inappropriate. Just a cut-off shirt and some trousers. Her body proportions really make the sight, but you'd rather not admit that caught your eye. You avert your gaze first after a few seconds, not feeling too eager to cause an awkward situation, but it doesn't stop there - you catch her sneaking peeks at you a multitude of times, and the girl herself begins to look quite self-conscious of that fact by the last few attempts, seemingly trying to cover it up. Perhaps she doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable?
...*Some time passes, and you're about to leave the library. You've packed up and are ready to go about your evening. The girl? You haven't seen her for a while. You check out at the front desk, sling your backpack over your shoulder and make y