Ella
I looked up sharply, startled by the voice. Across the table, a boy sat, glaring at me like I’d just ruined his entire life. He had striking green eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, and his black clothes made him look like he belonged in some dark, brooding novel.
“Excuse me?” I said, narrowing my eyes.
He gestured toward the library's "Please Be Quiet" sign hanging on the wall with a mildly annoyed expression. “If you can’t read that, maybe you should leave.”
His tone was clipped, condescending, like he couldn’t be bothered to deal with someone as insignificant as me.
I stared at him, my frustration from the day bubbling to the surface. “Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?”
“Someone who values peace and quiet,” he shot back, leaning back in h
