"Well?" Sarah asked, practically bouncing in her seat. "How'd it go?"
Emily hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "He's… quiet," she said, trying to downplay the strange feeling lingering in her chest.
"Quiet? That's it?" Sarah groaned, looking disappointed.
"Sometimes, quiet is enough," Emily replied with a small smile. The truth was, she felt like there was something beneath that quiet exterior, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
As they gathered their things to leave, Emily found herself glancing back toward the bookshelves. Max still stood there, looking as though he belonged to a world only he could see. And though she barely knew him, she had a feeling their paths would cross again.
She couldn't say why, but something told her this was only the beginning..........