Dans La Bibliothèque
She wore a silver beret over her black and grey curly hair. He stood mouth agape at the sight of her freckled cheeks. They reminded him of constellations. How he wanted to raise his hand and brush her cheek with it. Just to see if at all they would sparkle from the slightest touch.
He watched her struggle, trying her best to grab a book from the highest section of the bookshelf. Rushing to her aide, he quickly managed to catch her right into his arms as she slipped off the ladder with the book that caught her held tightly like a baby in her arms.
She sneezed and he chuckled. How cute, her sneeze was the most adorable one he had ever heard. In a flash, she collected herself and squeezed out of his hold. He apologized and asked her if she was alright. She gave a quick nod and said, “Yes- I’m alright, thanks.”
He continued to watch her slowly walk further away from him. She turned around and looked at him with a shy expression, almost hiding her face behind the book. He chuckled once more, and gave a slight bow.
She smiled and curtsied. He placed his hand on his heart, and felt his heart skip a beat. Then he turned around and decided to head back to his work station of placing the books on the carts carefully back in the right section of the bookshelf.
His mind drifted into a daydream of the lady with the silver beret, and freckles. He smiled and sighed. He hoped he would see her again, and soon. And next time he would have to remember to find out and ask her for her name.
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