How we met? Probably the most cliché story you'll ever hear. We met at this library, see. Oh, no. This isn't your typical library. It has beds and pillows and coffee.
Now about the story...
Wearing a grey sweater over a white button-up, I strolled across the narrow aisle of classics, fingering the endless number of novels. I took out an Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" from the packed shelves. He, coincidentally, picked his preference at the same time.
Emerald met onyx and we both blinked in confusion. Then he recovered his senses and nodded curtly so I did too. Settling for a bed on the upper deck, I sat down with my back propped against a post. As I set the cup of latte on the small table on top of the mattress, he coughed.
"Can I...?
I nodded and smiled in greeting before scooting near the window. I caught a whiff of strong, black coffee in his cup. I read the title of his book and made out "The Catcher In The Rye."
Figures, I thought.
I gazed at the glass window, now crying raindrops, and smiled wistfully. He looked at me and I swear he smirked a bit. I started reading and so he did too.
After an hour, as if on cue, we shut our books together.
"Sasuke," he said.
"Sakura," I replied.
"Nice meeting you," we said in unison, shaking hands.
Weeks later, we still came back. Same deck, same drinks, different books.
This time, we talked and talked. Or more like I did. He talked but only some small, short sentences. As if he was limited to only a hundred sentences for life. After a month...
"Come here," he said, beckoning for me to come over.
Don't ask me why but I did. When I came by beside him, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close so he was behind. So close, he could put his head on my right shoulder so technically I was pushed in front of him.
And just like that, we got together. No words, no confirmation. We still go there, of course. But now, we had a proud, little girl named Sarada with us.
Now, all of you puny fangirls should know this: Libraries are magical, based on experience.
AN: I wanted a story that's cliché but not cliché. Hihi.