I could see the inside of the skirt of a quiet girl who was reading a book alone in the library. While paying attention to my surroundings, I peeped quietly so as not to be caught. She is concentrating on her book. A unique tranquil atmosphere. A heartbeat quickening enough to be heard. Unconsciously rough breathing. I met her eyes when I felt a nasty gaze. Awkward atmosphere. Two people who are conscious of each other and stiffen. Different glances over and over again. long periods of silence. Gradually her eyes began to moisten...
