[/u][/i][/b][b][u]My Library Boyfriend
With my new Topshop bag slung round my shoulder, and my hair bouncing off my shoulders, I swoosh through the automatic city library doors, and on into the foyer. Behind the counter stands Carys, my favourite librarian. Her face has an unusual glum expression across it, and from where I’m standing, the drumming of her nails can be heard loud and clear on the pine wood. She looks up vaguely, then her eyes flicker back down to her nails. And again, her eyelids rise, but this time, she spots me. Her face lights up and she straightens her body into her professional upright figure. But still, she waves almost frantically at me and I grin back.
I sigh, fish out the latest paperback, and slide it across the counter. A fantasy romance in the heart of the Himalayas in the 16th century.
“Enjoy this one then Heidi?” smiles Carys, her usual greeting to me whenever I come in through the swish-swash doors.
“Yeah! It was fantastic! You felt as if you were there, in the story, right next to Piia throughout the whole journey, holding hands with Limie, and crying there, alongside them when times get tough…” I sigh remembering, when we ventured through the thick snow and harsh winds up in the mountains.
“I recommend it Carys. Definitely!” she flicks the book over and scans the synopsis.
“Well, you are the one and only bibliophile around here Heidi! Ok, I might just do that!” She flashes a multicoloured smile at me. “Oh, yeah, Heidi,” She mentions, noticing me looking at her mouth. “I got new colours on my brace today! Neon yellow and pink! Groovy!” she laughs and suddenly, she seems my age again, sixteen, not twenty-one and working here part time, three days a week, whilst studying English Lit. at University.
“Well, if you say so! See you later!” I sling my bag a little higher, and carry on with my journey through the library. The familiar smell of must and leather engulfs my nostrils. I inhale it in. Home.
