Fingers skimmed along the spines of each book–the familiar scent and the light rustle of worn out pages brought back memories as Takano searched for his new story. Despite reading majority of the library’s content, the man continued to reread each novel–basking in the elements that he missed the first time around. A low hum emitted from Takano as his fingers stopped on his preferred novel. Just then, another pair of fingers lightly brushed against his, causing him to glance at the stranger beside him. Retracting his hand back, the man gestured to the book; his head bowed respectfully towards the other as he spoke,
“Ah, sorry. You can take the book
if you want to.”
