Noah and Leigh

6: Leigh

            A note was sitting on Leigh's usual table when she arrived at the library. She could see it as she was approaching and tried not to immediately run to her desk. Leigh attempted to casually walk over, but there was a speed to her steps that made her walk appear awkward and clumsy. As soon as she was in arm's length, she picked up the note, dropping her things on the floor by the desk.

            "She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

             Perhaps one of the greatest novels of all time.

            Thank you.

            Since we're on the topic of quotes, here is one of my favourites:

            "If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane." 

          Guess which book it is. 

          - Noah

            Leigh didn't have to think twice. John Green was one of her favourite authors and he was bound to appear in the conversation sooner or later. Before she even started studying, she abandoned her things and went in search for the book. It was a hard thing to locate Green's books. They were often issued out or placed out of alphabetical order.

            But she was pleased to find that the book was wedged right at the bottom shelf where it was meant to be. Leigh sat on the floor and flicked the book open. Right on the first page was a note; a square cut piece of paper that was too small to be folded. All that was written on the front was a page number.

            Leigh started skimming through the pages until she found the right one. It was the page with the quote. But wedged between the words was another note. She bit her lip to contain a happy squeak and picked up the torn bit of paper, feeling her heart squeeze in anticipation.

            (Re)read this book with a cup of coffee.

            I noticed you like Chai Lattes.

            The Queue makes the best in town.

            - Noah

            Along with the note was a voucher for The Queue, a small cafe near the local university. Leigh had always admired the place whenever she walked by, filled with university students with laptops, books and friendly chatter. It was a place where you weren't judged if you sat by yourself. Leigh liked that.

            The voucher was entitled to a free, regular sized coffee. She scanned the list of beverages to see if Chai Lattes were available. They were. She smiled.

            Oh, Noah.

            Noah.

            Noah.

            Noah.

            She returned to her desk, with a smile on her face and colour in her cheeks, thinking of the boy named Noah.

            Leigh didn't get any study done.