{{A tyler the creator FF}} I sat on the carpeted floor of the barnes and nobles, one of my favorite books in hand. It was in between a few shelves but not hidden, and just big enough for a study group to sit and chat. There were bean bags and pillows in the area as well, but I wasn't new to the floor. I preferred it actually. A couple sentences in to the first chapter and my face was just inches from the paper. A few others wandered in from the patio, but I was too focused on my book to care. They weren't really using the appropriate tone of voice for a library, but I did my best to ignore the noise. Someone would put them out eventually. "Look at this nigga, got a book in his hand knowing damn well he can't read!" One voice said. After a few seconds, another voice responded. "I know you not recording me, you FAT BITCH!" This voice was deeper and seemed more aggressive. I started to hear thumps and slaps as if someone was fighting. "Aggghh! You crazy! STAAPP!" The first voice yelled. What the hell is going on?! I thought. Is this not a quiet establishment? I stood up, following the noise and coming to a group of guys. two of them tumbling around on the floor. "HEY!" I yelled, all the commotion stopped and the attention was on me. The one with the deeper voice looked up at me and gave a flirtatious smile. "Hey."