Anila’s POV
I peeked around the corner to watch Damien intently, crinkling my nose at the fact that this was the second time I was peeping on him. His brown hair was tousled, and his glasses reflected the lights high above him as he smiled at the librarian.
The old man grins widely, placing a hand on Damien’s shoulder as a warm gesture. I didn’t even know the librarian was capable of smiling after my interaction with him earlier.
“I need to take a look at the restricted section, Alfred,” Damien said, using his name with such a casual cadence it was obvious they were close.
The restricted section was on the other side of the door behind the counter and there was a sign that read: ‘Professors only.’
However, Alfred, the librarian, fished the keys out of his pocket without any sign of
