Luca stepped out into sunlight, letting the door fall closed behind him. Momentarily blinded, he put a hand up to to shield his eyes. He shook his head slightly so that his hair fell into his face, obscuring the sun a little more. To avoid blocking those behind him he kept moving, following the sidewalk he knew was there. His last class of the day was over, and it was only eleven in the morning. Without anything else to do that day, Luca headed to the library, a small building at the edge of the campus. People milled around him, heading to their classes or their cars. Occasionally a group split to walk around him, ignoring him. He paid them no mind, walking steadily toward his destination.
Inside, the library was cool and relatively dark, filled with the smell of books. Waving a small but polite hello to the librarian, Luca headed for the tall shelves at the back of the building. It had been easy to find a quiet place deep in those shelves. Walking there now, Luca let his hand trail over the spines of the books he passed. Getting close to his destination, he pulled one of the shelf. The edge of a playing card peeked out the top, clearly used to mark his place. He had been reading this book a few days running, and was near the end. Dropping his bag to the floor, Luca settled into the chair, legs drawn up under him. Pushing his hair behind his ears he cracked the book open.