A young girl with red hair and brown eyes hidden behind round glasses. She was very pretty, dressed in jeans and a blue shirt. She was now walking carefully between the racks of sewing books, but there was no way she could find the book she wanted.

She made her way to the circulation desk, where a mountain of books lay with a young man lurking behind them. The top of his head, his black hair, and the fact that he was tapping diligently on the keyboard indicated his presence. Perhaps he didn't notice her because he was playing very enthusiastically, or maybe he just didn't want to be distracted.

"Excuse me, could you help me?" - she addressed him.

He finally looked at her and stepped away from the computer to focus all his attention on her: "What exactly can I help you with?"

"Do you have any pattern or design books?" - The girl asked, adjusting her glasses.

"This is already on loan from one of our regular customers," the young man replied, looking into a magazine.

"Do you know when it will be returned?"

The young man looked at the girl carefully once more, got up from his chair and moved a little closer, "No, but if you leave your address I can let you know," he smiled his best smile, knowing how it worked on girls.

But it didn't work on her, she sighed and looked at him blankly. She could hear his systems breaking down with a deafening crackle.

"Then I'll come back another time," the girl said, turned around and walked away from here.

When there was silence the young man went back to his computer, he was playing games, and today he was having more luck with them than with girls.

After a while a bell rang, but the young man didn't pay attention to it until his hand hit the desk.

"Why did you do that, I almost beat the boss!?" - The black haired boy said to his friend.

His friend had brown eyes and brown hair. In one hand he had a thick notebook with notes in it, he was studying hard for university.

"Naori, I thought I asked you to fill in for me instead of playing games," he said and picked up a magazine to see if anyone had picked up a book today or not, but there were no entries and he looked at his friend, "No one at all?"

"There was one girl, she wanted to take a book, about sewing or something," the friend said and went outside to exchange seats with his friend.

"I hope you didn't at least offer her something weird?"

"Hey, I'm not that terrible, I just wanted to get her address, but when she heard that, she quickly disappeared."

"And rightly so, because Mitsuyu is already waiting for you, and when I missed her, she got really angry."

Hearing this, the young man looked at his watch and droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"She's going to kill me," the boy said, grabbing his backpack.

"And she'll be right," his friend said, following him.

"Are you sure you're my friend?" - The boy asked, going back for his wallet, but the man only shrugged.

Of course, they had other readers all these days, but it took a few more days before the girl came here again to ask for the book she needed.

Today she was with a friend, just in case the young man was persistent, except to ask for her address.

As they walked in and approached the counter, the girl saw the other guy and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is that the one who was hitting on you?" - Her friend asked, pointing at the guy.

"That was my friend, and I'm sorry," the guy replied instead of the girl.

"Well, you should have kept him on a leash better then."

That made the young man chuckle, "His girlfriend does that anyway," he looked at the girl who hadn't uttered a word the whole time and realized why his friend was trying to flirt, "Buddy mentioned you needed an embroidery book, right?"

"Yeah, has it been returned yet?"

"Exactly," he took a quick tug and picked up the book that was lying on the table among other books, as if expecting the girl to come to him herself, "It's yours now."

"Thank you."

Putting the book in his form, they left the library. After a while she returned the book and was met by the same young man.

They might have forgotten each other if one day the young man hadn't decided to go out and buy his mother a new blanket, the old one was no longer good.

His mom gave an exact description of exactly what kind of quilt she wanted. There were rumors of a store that sold quality goods, reasonably priced and well designed.

Stepping inside, he was somewhat surprised. No, a young girl telling the staff where to put the goods was normal. But rather this girl was a visitor who had come for a book some time ago. Everything inside was filled with joy, both at the fact that she was doing well and at such an unexpected encounter.

He approached her and, not knowing how to speak to her, scratched the back of his head. She noticed him rather because of the staff's demeanor.

"Is that you?" - The girl asked, blinking in surprise, "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Neither did I," the young man looked around, pretending to be very interested in the interior, "not that I realized you might have excelled at what you do, but..."

"That's all right," the girl smiled, "are you here to pick out a quilt?"

"Yeah, you know, my mom's, it's already bent and in disrepair."

"Does your mom have a preference?" - Naoko asked in a businesslike tone.

"I don't know how to tell. There's a long list of requirements," said the young man.

"Well, let's see what we can do."

"Totally at your disposal."

And they went on to a particular stack, spending a fair amount of time looking and evaluating, he picked out the blanket he wanted after he paid for it. After chatting with the girl some more, deciding that maybe this was his chance, he worked up the courage to ask for her phone number. To his surprise, she gave it, and he went home with a slightly goofy smile (his mom liked the blanket).

Their story didn't end with the usual correspondence on paper, eventually they moved on to outings, which eventually became known as dates. And somewhere after two years of official relations they decided to legalize their relationship. And right after the wedding, the girl got pregnant and gave birth to his little copy.

Both worked, and not badly earned, still sometimes there was time to be and with their daughter, who was angelically understanding, and more happiness they could not ask for.

Today the girl and her mom came home.

"We are home," they said, but no one answered them.

They entered the living room, and the answer to the fact that there was no return greeting was sleeping peacefully in an armchair. He'd been working on his reports all day, hadn't even taken off his glasses.

Naoko quietly walked over, took off her glasses and secretly hugged him, whispering something affectionate in his ear. Their daughter pouted, resentful of not being privy to their affairs.

She, too, began to help wake her daddy.

"Daddy, wake up," the girl said, tugging on his pajama sleeve.

At this tug he opened his eyes and looked up at those who had plucked him from his sleep, a moment later he was fully awake.

"I didn't have time to get anything ready," he said guiltily.

"That's okay, we can make dinner together," the mother took her eyes off her husband for a moment and looked at her daughter, "Kitten, will you join us?" - she asked affectionately.

"Yeah, only I'll change first, I don't want to get my uniform dirty," the daughter quickly ran upstairs before her parents could start without her and that gave them some time to flirt.

"HMM, you know what she said to me today when I picked her up from school?"

"And what was that?"

"That the little kitten she gave a snack to told her how hard it is to live in this world, can you imagine?"

"Amazing!"

"Really?"

"Sure."

Their daughter, already changed, came down to them - "I'm ready to help you," Haru struck a pose as if a duel was about to take place, not cooking with her parents.

Naoko and Hoshio laughed, but their daughter took offense and pretended she wasn't going to help them. So the evening flowed merrily from day to day.