Warm yellow walls and bookshelves of dark wood made up the small library.
Books lined every wall.
There was the faint scent of something earthy and yet sweet, most likely the honeysuckle growing outside the library windows, in the air of the library. Run by a small elderly woman named Maria who tended to the books with a care that was rare to find nowadays, the entire library felt like home. It was on the corner of a busy neighborhood street but rarely had many visitors- almost always forgotten in favor of those online options that seemed so popular.
Giovanni; a slim pale man with almost white blonde hair and soft green eyes, and apparently now this man, who Giovanni had never seen before, were the only two in the library that day.
He was seated in one of the comfortable, worn, leather chairs and seemed as if he had always been in that chair. Tucked away in the corner of the library with his book. Giovanni tilted his head to try to read the title of the dark leather-bound book but was distracted by the elegance of the man’s fingers.
The delicate way he cradled the book in his hands.
Only after carefully studying the man’s hands, trying to understand why they captivated him so, did he realize the man was watching him as well. In a quiet intense way that made Giovanni feel as if he was being thoroughly seen, in a way he had never been before. The man had dark lashes surrounding deep brown eyes, but ‘brown’ wasn’t accurate enough a word to describe the shades of hazel and gold in his gaze. His eyes were simply beautiful.
He was beautiful.
There was something about him, maybe it was his sharp jawline and dark brows that made him look so serious and regal. Or his gentle, graceful movements as he moved throughout the library. Perhaps the divet between his collarbones that peeked out of the collar of his sweater. The way his lips looked perfect for small, soft smiles. Something indescribable made him the most beautiful man Giovanni had ever seen.
He could feel the flush on his cheeks as the man looked at him and nodded a shy, awkward greeting before ducking behind a bookshelf. His heart seemed to be throwing itself against his rib cage.
He thought it was the most wonderful feeling.