“Hey, I’m trying to get this book, too.”
It was a sweet voice. I looked to my right and I saw this raven-haired girl with piercing dark green eyes that looked like malachites. She looked to be my age and she wore a dark blue shirt with black pants.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” I backed away and loosened my grip from Dirigible Dreams. I saw that she also carried a few other books in her grasp. They had pictures of what looked like steampunk gunmen, some spaceships, and a dragon on three separate covers. “I should’ve been more careful.”
“Wait, so you’re not going to take it then?” She asked me.
“Nah. You can have it. I was just going to use it to help me with some drawings I was about to do.” I explained.
“Drawings about airships?” She quizzically asked me.
“Yeah. I know, a lot of people think its stupid and nerdy, but it’s something I like doing in my spare time.”