"Is this yours?" I handed him the blue-bound book.

His eyes flashed doubt, which soon faded away. There was an expression of relief on the sad face. His thin hand reached out to take it, "Thank you," he also said. He then turned and walked out of the library.

“W-w-wait!” My voice just caught in my throat, without having time to convey to him.

The girl turned quickly. Out of the corner of my eye I can only catch a glimpse of his reflection coming out of the library and a moment later it disappears at the end of the corridor.

“Ah, can we talk more than three words?” I let out a long breath. "How long can I stop being his secret admirer?"

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