EMILY
The old librarian grinned involuntarily as he saw me select one book from the shelf directly across from the counter he sat behind. My gaze fixed on the ground, embarrassed, I kept my head down, unsure what to do in this awkward situation.
Thankfully, the man made the air "breathable" for me. "True readers do not judge others, Emily."
I smiled back at him and said in stutters, "You... look... I don't, uh, normally read this stuff. I'm more of scifi and literary fiction kinda girl."
He shrugged and averted his gaze, "Even if you weren't, I would not mind. Also, did I mention I have read that one three times? Come on, do you take me for a prude? That's a very good book and everyone knows it."
Alright, let me be honest: that caught me off guard. The man has always given me the imp
