In the stark, lifeless library, the bright white and vivid red of a sprite caught my eye.
Tok. Tok. Tok. In this place where sounds feel muffled like underwater, I followed the faint source of the noise and saw her.
Leaning lightly on her cane, she gazes back with a sparkling look that shines even through her glasses.
The joy radiating from her gaze, as if delighted to be found, is that just my imagination?
Could she have read it in my eyes too? The explosion of pleasure I feel from her figure and her breath…