Elliot POV
Alone in the library, it was easy to gather my thoughts and to draw. This was my private happy place. People rarely came in here. Any place that was private gave me a happy feeling. I liked to draw alone in the silence.
Only, I was alone until Rowan came in.
He’d spotted me and given me a nod, but had yet to say anything. I wondered what was on his mind. He always had something to say, but clearly, that wasn’t the case now. I watched him grab a book off the shelf and start to read it.
Turning the page of my notebook, I watched him as I started to sketch.
I noticed the way his hand bounced on his lap as if something plagued his mind. He gnawed at his lip. What was going through that head of his? Did he want to talk to me about it? Did he want anything from me?
Silence.
Ske
