The problem, Sebastian thought with barely suppressed irritation, was that a music school library was lacking some of the more creative books he enjoyed reading. Their fiction section was small and seemed to have been thrown together using a quick list found on Google. Sadly, he had read all of them. Some of them more than once. And the copies he owned back home were much nicer than these.

Except for one particular book he found tucked back behind several others. As if it had been placed there and then forgotten. It was on the highest shelf and he'd only noticed it because the books had appeared uneven and when he'd tried to straighten them, push them back into place, it seemed odd they wouldn't move. He knew the shelf was deeper than that.

It was a strange looking book, not something he expected to find here, and he didn't hesitate to walk off with it in hand, studying the cover and flipping through the pages. It was the perfect book to take back to his apartment he decided, heading back through the archway to the main hallway.