*Based on a true story. Enjoy.*
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I saw her often in the university library’s basement. When I went to study I preferred to find the quietest possible place. It took a few visits before finding *my* spot, but once I latched onto the depths of the basement–back among an assortment of old science journals–I never went anywhere else. I would regularly see a girl there–short, natural brown hair often in a high pony, black-framed glasses, always wearing a baggy cardigan over some colorful t-shirt–who seemed to have landed on the same idea.
We would occasionally make eye contact and exchange a friendly smile or wave, but it wasn’t until one afternoon when I was walking past her table to leave that she finally spoke to me.
“I’m Aly.” Her big brown eyes stared up at me from behind her thick glasses.
It caught me by surprise and I almost didn’t stop, thinking that she was having a conversation with someone else.
“Oh, yeah, hey Aly, I’m Flynn. We’ve been seeing each other a lot, eh?”
She nodded enthusiastically, pushing her frames up her slender nose’s bridge. “Mhm, you found my secret spot! I love studying down here. It’s always dead quiet.”