Snippet #1898011

Reeva sighed quietly to herself, not entirely concerned with all the people heading out after Mitchell. Probably his friends griping about him exiting so quickly. They don't understand he's trying to escape from then. She pushed on the doors, entering into the library and glancing around. She flashed the librarian a sheepish smile, raising her hand in a small greeting before darting behind a couple of the bookshelves. She quietly rested her finger on the binding, pulling the book back and checking the title. Perfect, looks good to me. She then got up, scurrying over to the librarian and handing her the book to check out.

The green-haired girl leaned against the counter, making idle chat. "How has your day been, Miss Tompsa?" She asked quietly as the librarian fumbled around with some pages and pens. "Oh, just fine, dear. But how is your archery doing lately? Getting any better?" Miss Tompsa gave her a small smile, then began writing. "Shh, not so loud." She glanced back, seeing that no one else was in the room. "But I'm improving every day." The librarian nodded, handing her the book. "You should be all set. Oh, but one more thing."