Cecilia had carried on her tradition of handing out baked goods on holidays even in King and, as such, her bag today was filled with cookies of all sorts for people of different tastes and needs. It was her way of keeping in touch with her habits back in Spain so, when she ran into someone, she rummaged through her bag and held out a neatly wrapped cookie,

Cecilia had always liked roaming around King during her free time. The various people she ran into in various situations kept her entertained and it was a good way to pass the time but the library was always her favorite. No matter the time, when Cecilia wanted some reprieve from the endless crowds of children of rich socialites, business tycoons and so on, it was the library where she ended up. Despite how much she might have disliked the pretentious nature of King University, she had to admit, if it weren’t for that very factor, she wouldn’t have had the chance to drop by the Bennington Donelly Library and find solace within it’s endless mahogany shelves of books and finely carpeted floors.

The young writer always loved it and, that particular day was when she’d decided to get some peace of mind, pushing open the door of the library as she greeted the librarian with a friendly smile- which was quite rare for Cecilia but she liked the kindly old woman who was always so sweet and considerate to her- and went to her usual corner of the library where no one else tended to go. The reason of that being that it was nicely camouflaged and contained all the older, thicker books from around the 18th and 19th centuries however today was a vastly different situation as, when Cecilia reached her usual spot, she found someone borrowing the rather flimsy looking ladder to reach up to the higher shelves where they had even older volumes, the ladder shaking as they leaned up onto the tips of their toes, straining to get a particular volume.

Cecilia blew out her smoke in the near empty Green of King University, her warm breath mixing with the cold air to create the view that there was more smoke than she’d actually exhaled, the cigarette poised in her right hand between her index and middle finger. She hadn’t meant to come back to King so early but... well, there she was and everything was still frozen almost as if in a certain moment in time. Or, at least, that was what Cecilia thought when someone took a seat beside her, surprising her,