(Tony did think he heard someone say his name, though when he turns he doesn't see anyone. Just a heap of books that used to be stacked, that he quickly goes over to tidy up. Why? Well, he's not sure. But there's something about the order in the rest of the library that, despite the mess at his own table, is nice. It makes finding things easier, that's for sure.
And then he goes back to his book, poured over it, scratching words into a notebook, and chewing on his lower lip. Until he notices movement out of the corner of his eye, and he glances over to see a cup of coffee, and an excited girl. It makes a smile spread across his lips, though.)
Are you the coffee fairy? Have I drunk that much already that I'm starting to see things?
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And then he goes back to his book, poured over it, scratching words into a notebook, and chewing on his lower lip. Until he notices movement out of the corner of his eye, and he glances over to see a cup of coffee, and an excited girl. It makes a smile spread across his lips, though.)
Are you the coffee fairy? Have I drunk that much already that I'm starting to see things?