In the library.

In the back.

Ignoring everyone, and trying to be ignored.

Stacks of books surround them.

Topics randomly chosen.

No order of organization.

She sat at one end of the table.

He sat at the other.

The square table was dusty, but then so was the rest of the library.

In their corner, they sat, rolling a pencil

back

and

forth.

Back

and

forth.

The light above their heads flickered.

Their eyes met and they smiled.