"I have already broken the cock". He was the one to engage the conversatio I poggiavo the bag to the ground and I sat down without saying a single w I put the hand on the arm of Hewitt in the form of greeting and he co with a quick glance, there was not much that we felt free to say in front of those strangers. I fixed the hair around the back and I crossed my
arms on the counter, letting myself go with the head between them.
"You can just sit back, at least for five minutes? You're making me turn the head". Peachlyn was evidently reluctant to withstand the guy who would occupy the seat next to her. But as blame her?
Draven continued to move the weight from one leg to the other, then he ran his fingers through his hair to clear ravvivarli and with too much force, he flicked through another page of the register, causing the cracking typical of those pages to read. Then it began all over again.
"Baby, I could make you turn much more than the head, if only to me to ask".
If that approach from the four money I would have made it shudder pronounced by any other person, said he was just laughing.
The irony was evident from the way in which winked and then sent to Peachlyn a kiss too exasperated.
I watched from the corner of the eye Hewitt hold back a laugh and River lift up his eyes to heaven.
"I can't believe that one day you will be a doctor, I guess the poor people that will happen in the surgery thing will be forced to endure". The words of Peachlyn were soon followed by those of Draven made the verse with a voice so acute that, if the librarian had not been forced to leave the place to leave it completely up to us, I was sure, would not let him set foot in there until the day of his graduation. Not that he keep us particularly.
It was at that point that the silenziò dropped on us, and even Draven bega sitting in the compound. River stopped swinging and strusciando the chair to the ground, and placed himself as a schoolboy model. Peachlyn snapped straight as a
time and reorganized the hair. Just me and Hewitt stayed as we were, without scomporci. Him because he was presentable all the time, I because I didn't have an interest in changing position.
The library is cleared from every student, it would have been the refuge for a while. The mahogany, the books consumed, the autumn that seeped from the windows wove a web of presentiments around us.
We were five total strangers, with a few things in common. I felt far away from all of them, by Hewitt. I didn't understand how we could work together, to help the professor in his research. I reflected on the reasons for which we had chosen, perhaps for studying each other, more than for us to study.
But I felt the arrow saettante that we crossed it, and we took the one to the other wire tough yet unseen. All of us in that room, we had a putrid secret to hide.
The silence was soon absorbed in the distance, deep, became increasingly close up to show us two impressive figures make their entrance from the door entrance. Professor Bonavick let go his colleague and closed then the door behind him, while dr. Crain walked towards us with a series of cafe au lait.
"Good afternoon". He began the professor, reaching the desk, and alongside the criminologist.
At that point, I was sitting in the compost. Davil Crain remained in silence, but with the professor, we distributed the drinks that he had brought for us. Were all the same, they all had the same glass brown and the same content: coffee. Except for one.
One that came straight under my nose looked like the others but, when I took a sip, I recognized immediately the familiar flavor of the pumpkin spice latte.
I lifted up mine eyes immediately on him, no one noticed that detail. But he knew that was important, and for this I was already adocchiando.