Blurred Lines
Pacing along the isle between the bookshelves in the library; there he was, leaning against the third deck; reading Norwegien Wood by Haruki Murakami.
“Excuse me?” trying to awaken his surrounding state. He did not look away from that page 65. So I made out a cough just to get his attention. No reaction, not even a flinch.
“Excuse ME?” as my I raised my voice. He finally look up following with “do-you-know-it-is-rude-to-interrupt-people-who-is-reading” look.
“Yes?” as he partially closed the book with his thumb between the pages as a bookmark.
“I noticed that the book that you are currently clutching is the the only copy that is available. The other copies has been borrowed and it will take about 2 weeks for the earliest copy to be return. So could you please hand out that book to me to I could borrow it?”
He hesitated. As he looked down to the floor, suddenly his eyes widen; an indicator of “I got it!” expression. He pulled out a Starbucks receipt from his back pocket and wrote something onto it; in which the receipt has lost in the oceans of pages afterwards.
“Here you are.” as he handed the book to me. Before I said my thanks, he swiftly walked opposite me and to the exit he went. Being a bit confused by his actions, I go to the check-out counter and headed out.
As I was browsing the pages, it flicked to the 65th page and there it was; the receipt. Under the Starbucks logo, there was a note and a phone number written by him that creates a thin line of smile from me when I read it.
“When you reaches the 65th page, call me. Let’s read the rest of the page together.”.
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