Reading through Roses [Wesley] ●

[Danika Barris]

She had immediately stepped into the role of someone who could lead her group to victory. The fight being a history paper and the role being taking everything for herself and doing it because the two boys in her group were lazy sacks of rocks. She had huffed her way at them, even threatening them with her whip- but they seemed pleased as punch to let her do everything. She had hoped they would change- but of course they didn’t. Ridiculous people none the less, she had taken this job on her shoulders and she was going to ride around with her well-deserved grade and the rest of the class could take a whip to the face. She had quickly darted to her library to check out a few books- gleefully chatting with those who would help her- and now she was bringing those books back to check out some more.

The library was always a place she would love to be more. She honestly would have worked there if the pay was good enough. Tucking some raven hair behind her ear- the girl quickly moved closer to the library, making sure to follow every crosswalk. Danika pulled her computer bag closer to her- though it didn’t hold a computer- it made her feel a bit more fashionable even if the thing was old. Backpacks were annoying after all and hardly anyone wore them correctly anymore! Letting them slouch down like their own pants. She huffed at the thought of it- finally on the steps to the library. Her maroon eyes looked up above her to check the time and the weather briefly before she walked inside much more calmly then she had darted to get there.

The surroundings made her smile, feeling calmer than she normally did. The smell of books was an unforgettable smell- one much better than money or perfume. Though she couldn’t say they were better than her favorite gems. Taking the rather familiar route to drop off her books- she spotted a familiar face. Wesley- the librarian. She had tried to forge a good bond with her librarian- since she saw it as a healthy and mutual path towards knowledge. He did his job, she got her books. It was a pretty good relationship!

“Hi Mr. Wesley.” She greeted softly- mindful of her voice. She pulled out her books to quietly slide them onto the counter. “How are you today?” It took her a minute to put all the books down- since she had checked out five- but she was probably going to have even more when she left today.

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Tag:@Wesley Drake

[Wesley Drake]

Despite the pay being what one would expect of a governmental salary, Wesley had managed to get by with it rather well for as long as he had been working. With his wish for a space to call his own granted in the way of a paid off house, he had only lesser bills to pay and take care of which, with long enough hours there, he could make do with. He had everything there, in his own way, and Wesley was grateful for it. Thus though he couldn’t say the toybox fiasco was completely inherently good, he couldn’t quite complain as others could. It was alright, at the end of it all.

That day was another long shift- not that he minded, any. He had started it as he frequently did taking the returns and checking them back in. After came the more tedious job of sorting them. Stacking them all on a cart, he began to carefully return them to their rightful place. It was soothing in its own way to do so, and visualizing the shelves upon shelves of books in the library was one of Wesley’s favorite endeavors. Upon returning them all, he fluidly pulled himself and the cart back to the check in and then begun his second major occupational task, checking out books to those waiting. There seemed to be quite a few people in the library that day, and from various conversations, he’d picked up that it was that time of year again for students: midterms and projects. Quite a few times, he was relieved from his place behind the check out to answer a few questions among other things, but these were lesser in the grand scheme of things. Soon enough, he was back at his place- seemingly just as a particular young woman came around.

Danika was a common sight there in her own right, and for all he could tell, she was far from a bad kid. He appreciated patrons and those with clear literary interests which she seemed to have. “Good morning,” he mused only after the fact wondering what time it happened to be. With its own lighting system, the library made it hard to tell just what the sun was doing, and the only semblance of time was a clock on the wall that was a bit too far away to see now. “Rather well, thank you; how are you doing today, Miss Danika?” he asked taking up each book one by one and checking them in once more. “Is there anything I can help you with today?” he asked pleasantly enough.

[Danika Barris]

Danika eyes shone as she bounced up on her toes slightly to try to match the height of the blue haired librarian. She always felt like he was truly listening to her- something the girl rarely felt at home. She smiled brightly as he greeted her. Ducking her head in acknowledgement- she gave a small tilt of her head in a way for him to continue the conversation. When answered, Danika paused to think of an answer- hearing his latter comment as well.

“I’m doing alright, Mr. Wesley.” She offered with a tilt of her shoulder. Though his offer of help diverted her attention to that statement more so than anything else. “Maybe. I’m working on a paper about the government. Mostly about our presidents and the books I checked out earlier didn’t give me too much information on the newer presidents.” Her red eyes focused on the counter briefly- fidgeting in thought.

“Do you have any recommended titles I could check out? I managed to have the first thirty down for the most part- but not all the others.” Eyes briefly moved behind her to make sure there was no one there she was holding up. There was no one thankfully and she relaxed. She didn’t want to hold someone up if they were in a rush- that would just be rude. Hopefully the librarian could at least help her find some newer books that could satisfy the basic requirements. Wesley seemed very informed about his library. It was something she actually found pleasant and easy to work with. Rarely rushed her, rarely spoke too loud, he was everything she could ask in an actual school partner- but one that was sadly much out of her reach.

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Tag:@Wesley Drake