After about a half an hour of searching, Tim had collected a monumental stack of books of various bindings, sizes, and wear. Peeking around the side of his stack, he slowly inched his way over to one of the round tables in the middle of the floor. Carefully, he placed his stack down, backing away slowly. He looked the spines up and down, noting the titles, trying to decide which of them to go through first. He had a pretty wide range of titles here, everything from [i]Languages of the World[/i] to [i]Decoding for Dummies![/i] lined up in front of him. How was he supposed to pick out books for a situation like this? Where was he supposed to begin?

Turning on his heels, he took a quick look around the room. The few people that were up on this floor included one college aged student writing a paper on one of the computers, an older man, roughly in his late fifties sitting in the opposite corner, fingering through a book about dragons, or something mythological, and young woman of Korean descent looking through one of the shelves, probably in her early twenties. They were obviously not here together, so nobody was talking. There was silence, save for the tapping of the college students fingers on their keyboard.

Tim leaned back against the table, letting his gaze shift over to Sophia. She was crouched in front of one of the tall shelves, a stack of books balanced in one hand, another on the shelf, gently pulling one of the books out, her eyes scanning the title before she pushed it back in, an inquisitive gaze on her face. He sighed a bit before looking away, rubbing at his cheeks to get rid of the redness that had started to show on them.

[i]Why is she always pretty?[/i]