Saleh had always been a bookworm. Ever since he was five, one could always find him absorbed in some fantasy novel or historical text. Most children in Caer Pleynn would fall asleep around nine. Saleh would always be up until midnight, reading. His grandmother always told him that he'd go blind at thirty from so much reading after dark, but he never listened. He thought reading was a simple pleasure, nothing to special about it. But recently, reading became even more entertaining to him, all because of Eirika.
She had formed the habit of reading over his shoulder, and this brought about a lot of quirks Saleh liked. He liked how she was so close to her, resting her head on his. He liked how she'd take ten minutes to read pages that took Saleh only two. He liked how she'd blush and playfully slap him on the shoulder whenever he'd tell her how slow she was. In time, though, Saleh realized that it wasn't reading he liked so much.
It was her.
A/N: Well, here you go. I decided to try one of those drabble collections. Tell me what you think!