The first week passed by smoothly, if we don’t consider the fact that I wasn’t able to really get comfortable with people, and I often found myself looking at them behind the curtain of my hair. Many didn’t even notice. I’m only the library guy; they aren’t supposed to become my friends. Only Meg looked at me from time to time, not particularly bad glances, but it’s like she wanted to reassure me everything was fine and I can show my face to the world without fear of making people run away. No, I still have a long way to go before being able to overcome that challenge.
Anyway, Sean didn’t show up all week. To be honest, I was tempted to peek inside the tattoo place to see what it looks like, but I always stopped myself before turning the corner.
After all, I don’t know him. We only spoke
