Mi ricordo ancora quando.....

She sat in the corner. The same spot she sits at every wednesday. She would take a book, sometimes, from the sociology section, most of the times from philisophy, and she would just sit there for three hours.

He's been watching her for five wednesdays now. The first time he noticed her, she passed by him and got a book two shelves down from where he was half asleep reading his politics material. The second time, he looked up from the faint scent of something fruity or flowery. Like body wash or shampoo. Then he saw it was her. After that, still the same time and day, she walked by him towards her spot. He wanted to say hi but somehow he couldn't make the words come out of his mouth.

Today she came. Same time. She sat in the corner. The same spot she sits at every wednesday. She got up and headed for the philosophy section. She was five feet away from him. He got up, a book in his hand and stepped in front of her.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hi," she said.

"Thought you might find this interesting," he said handing her a small leatherbound book.

"Yes. This is interesting," she replied and walked away.

He gazed at her, and after a second, he walked after her.