You walk into a library and walk into your favorite section, romance, but was it really your favorite, Or did your ex, Sadie, just get you into it? You refuse to admit you still miss her, most of the stuff you remember is about her, but you ignore it.

you run your hands along the books, when some fall, you catch a glimpse of the same red-head you’ve been denying you still miss, you pause and feel your heart stop, you cant do much but stare through the shelf at her.

you end up staring for too long, she turns around. “Crap.” You think to yourself, yet cant help looking away, she just pauses and looks at you.

“Guest is that you?” - she asks in a calming and confused tone.

you dont answer her, she walks over to the shelf, looking at you.

“You look so different..” - she smiles. “It suits you, You look adorable.” - she compliments.