Priscilla was a quiet girl. If you met her, you might just think she was a plain girl with humdrum interests. Open and shut. She was a cute girl – many boys thought so, but she didn't feel very attractive most of the time. She didn't have many male friends in her life actually – they were after only one thing, and she saw them for what they were! Now in her early 20s, Priscilla was comfortable; she had a couple of close friends whom she trusted, and enjoyed the quiet student life. The third year of university had just begun, where she studied literature with some classes in languages. Poetry was her love, even more than the prose she partially-enjoyed to read in school.
Only three weeks into the term, the weather was still clement outside. One evening, Priscilla had decided to go to the library to see if they had the books in that she had requested a week earlier. Upon arrival, the library was quiet and peaceful as it normally was at that time, just as Priscilla liked it. The old university library was a traditional gothic-style affair with those old rustic bookshelves that come free with that pleasant odour of old wood from years gone by, and was darkly lit with faux-candle style lights at the ends of each aisles. Priscilla headed straight for her section and began skimming through the titles.
After picking a book she thought looked interesting, she sat down at a large desk, hidden at the far end of the library. Sat there already were an older academic woman and a younger man, she sat down and began to delve into the book she had chosen to get an idea of its content.
After a while, the older woman at the desk left, leaving only her and the younger man. He looked about late 20s she thought, and although she couldn't get a direct look at his face, he appeared well presented. She noted the way the light reflected favourably off his medium length, dark brown hair, which was kind of tousled in that unkempt-yet-structured way young guys tend to keep it. Priscilla was shy, but something made her unexplainably curious about this boy. She went back to her book, and got distracted by a piece of writing that interested her.
A few moments later she abruptly looked back over to the young man, and to her surprise he was gazing right at her. The situation got a bit hot for the introverted Priscilla and she looked away, but only after the young man looked away first she secretly noted. He was handsome with his brown submarine eyes and a clean complexion. Priscilla's heart was racing a bit, but as she started pretending to go back to her book the young man spoke. "Hi there, I'm Julian."
Priscilla's heart started beating fast again just as it had started to calm down! The handsome man was talking to her she wanted to act cool and composed here. "I'm Priscilla." she smiled back at him minimally. He smiled too, and it was such a cute smile he gave her. Julian invited himself over to sit closer to her. He was tall, he must have been at least 6 foot, noted Priscilla.
As the slow conversation started unravelling, it turned out that Julian was a doctoral student who was a few years older than her and in the Sciences. She didn't care too much for science, but she certainly liked this man, so she pretended to be more interested in him than she maybe was, but in a fully noble way. He was charming and handsome and he seemed so nice, not like most of the other guys she had met on campus. Simon was interested in sports and kept himself fit. It was safe to say that Priscilla was interested. Julian bit the bullet and asked her if she cared to go for a walk with him around the campus to have a chat. Priscilla although slightly scared, felt attracted to his confidence, and shortly after they put the books back where they lived and then left together. What an intriguing encounter, Priscilla thought to herself.
