He finds her in the Restricted Section on this night— a common haunt of hers, he suspects. He watches her work from the shadows just beyond the edge of the dim glow emanating from the single lamp next to her. She’s twisted her hair up, miraculously secured with a single pencil atop her head, exposing the smooth column of her neck and he can’t help his eyes from straying to her mouth when she sinks her teeth into the reddened flesh of her lower lip.