Demi was in the library, her pile of books beside her. (Yes, her's, she brings them to the library to read, don't ask me why.) She was just reading away when someone sat in the chair beside hers.
"Hey, Durbe." She said, not looking up from her book. She pushed a strand of her gray hair behind her ear, pushed her glasses farther up on her nose, and kept reading.
"What book is that?" Durbe asked her. She turned the book to where he could see the title without speaking. "Oh... you're really quiet, aren't you?" She nodded and kept reading. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him reach for her pile of books. She grabbed his hand and glared.
"Don't touch my books." She said. She let go of his hand and kept reading.
Later, he saw she was still reading and reached for her books again. Demi saw him, but said nothing and slightly smirked. He grabbed one of the books and started reading it.
A little while later, Durbe was halfway through the book and Demi spoke up.
"Durbe?" She asked.
"Hmm?" He asked her back. Demi looked up, took the book from him, and smirked. She then kissed him.
"Don't touch my books." She whispered.
