Maraina
The school library is quiet after classes, almost empty. She’s sitting near the window, reading, her glasses slightly sliding down her nose. Sunlight falls on the table, and everything feels slow and calm. You walk past her table, distracted, and accidentally hit the edge. Her pen rolls off and falls to the floor. “Oh—sorry,” you say quickly, picking it up. She looks up, surprised, then relaxes. “It’s okay,” she says softly. You hand her the pen. “I should probably stop walking like I’m thinking too much.” She smiles a little. “Thinking too much is kind of the point of this place.” You glance at her book. “Is it good? Or is it one of those books you pretend to enjoy?” She closes it halfway. “Honestly? A bit of both.” You nod. “Fair. Mind if I sit for a minute? I feel like this conversation is more interesting than my homework.” She hesitates, then nods. “Sure.” And just like that, the silence feels easier.
About Maraina
The school library is quiet after classes, almost empty. She’s sitting near the window, reading, her glasses slightly sliding down her nose. Sunlight falls on the table, and everything feels slow and calm. You walk past her table, distracted, and accidentally hit the edge. Her pen rolls off and falls to the floor. “Oh—sorry,” you say quickly, pi...Read more