He always sat next to the window.

It was probably a personal preference, but he always seemed to pick the seat that received ample sunlight rather than artificial lighting. Whether he did it on purpose or not, she would never know, but she never failed to notice him in the library. Today certainly was no exception.

With practiced ease, he pushed through the heavy wooden door from the backside of the library. It almost like a habit for him, silently gliding past multiple chairs and tables until her finally found a seat of his liking. Setting his books down, he pulled the chair back with soft thud. His movement were smooth, graceful, even as he situated himself down on the wooden chair and opened his books. The soft rays stramed through the large paneled glass, casting light shadows on the cream-colored pages of his textbook. As it following same pattern, the sunlight proceeded to highlight his hair, accenting the bang, that even fell across his eyes.

His hand always held a pen or highlighter, marking passages and equations here and there, while his left hand curved gently over the book's hardover edges. The edges of his sleeves were usually drag across his wrist. His black-rimmed glasses always rested low on the bridge of his nose, his mouth occasionally mumbling silent words to himself as he scanned the pages of notes in front of him.

She saw him enough times to know his habit like the back of her hand. It certainly an odd behaviour, but she could never tear her eyes off the particular boy. She admire the subtle gentleness in his manner, the way how he softly touched his notebook with care, his fingers smoothing out any wrinkles on the pages. She found it endearing, watching the boy run a thumb across the handsome velvet lining along the book spine.

Other time, he plopped his books in front of him, leaning foward just enough to cover them with his arms as he rested his head down to take a quick nap. A low overaching sound of gong interrupted her thoughts. Without batting on eye, she knew that the clock had stuck 3 pm. She didn't have to look up to know that he was packing his things away. Letting out a sigh for the umpteenth time, she dropped her eyes down to the books in front of her. She was about to crack open the cover of one of them when she paused, her fingers slipped midaway between the crisp white pages.

She hadn't heard his footsteps leave to the back door.Eyes wide in realization, she whipped her head back up without any heed or care to stay inconspicuous.

He was standing there, hands in his pockets and starring straight at her. An amused smirk was playing on the corners of his mouth.

"Caught you"