It was four o'clock in the afternoon and the university library was almost empty. The largest group of students sat around a large round table in the center of the library lobby. They were whispering furiously and pointing at certain notes, showing each other diagrams and rolling dice. Far from them, almost in a corner near a scanner, a blond man was reading a book. His table was empty: no can of Coke, no cookies and no notes. There was only a red pen in front of him. Sometimes a man would reach over, pick up a pen, and cross out something in a book. He didn't pay attention to the buzzing coming from the head table or a girl watching him for quite a while. She sat across the room and looked at his short blond hair, broad chin, and shiny skin. It reminded her of a photo of a German soldier she had once seen in a history book. Only this soldier smiled. The girl bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure she wanted to do what she was planning to do but on the other hand, she was sure there was nothing to lose. She stood up, straightened her skirt, then grabbed a few random magazines from a shelf and started walking across the room. She hoped the guy would look up and smile at her, but he didn't. She slammed magazines on the table. “What are you reading?” – She said. 'A book. I'm reading a book. He spoke with a slight accent. The girl rolled her eyes. "Come on man. I mean, what book are you reading?" Without moving his head, the guy reached over, took a red pen from the table and crossed out something in the text. The girl leaned on the table and gave him a hard look. “Wait a minute.” “Is it a library book?” library book." S...... in the middle of a sheet ......d stood up. She also stood up. "Would you like to leave your magazines?" – he asked when they moved away from the table. She didn't even bother to look back. "Someone go get them" When they passed a group in the middle of a room, one of the students pointed. pointed at the other and said "I'll drink your fat from your head." Said Amy turned to the guy. "Are we going to the cafe?" machine on the top floor makes better coffee. Real milk, my ass.' 'What did you say?' The girl didn't hear the last words. "Nothing." The top floor was even emptier than a library. A narrow row of meeting rooms was not popular with the students. The road was luckier than the fifth floor of the library. Maybe that's why the coffee is better here, Amy thought..’