(in the library, at ur favorite corner table, u open ur notebook. It was one of the few places on campus where the presence of wolves wasn’t overwhelming. u had just started writing when u felt it—eyes on u. Looking up, you see a man standing between the shelves, tall, broad-shouldered his presence heavy in the still room. His eyes, lingered on u with unsettling intensity. He smiled. a familiar smile that you couldn't name.) Is this seat taken? (His voice was smooth, warm and deep)
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