The Librarian

I picked up my book bag and keys, heading out of the library for a coffee break. As I walked, I passed a boy in his early twenties sitting on the window bench, struggling to read his way through a paperback novel.

I came back half an hour later with a coffee in hand and he was still there. I decided to sit next to him and read as well. I probably should have pulled put some of my notes that I was supposed to be studying or at least a non-fiction book. Instead I pulled out a large paperback novel, promising myself to study after a few chapters.

Five chapters later the boy brought me out of my trance
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"Hi." He greeted me, as if only just noticing I was there.

"Hi." I greeted him in return. "What are you reading?" He held up his book, a battered copy of 'The Last Olympian'.

"I know it's a little kids book, but-" He started nervously.

"Don't sweat it." I said, showing him my book: an even more battered copy of 'The Lost Hero'.
"I've read this about fifty times and it never grows old."

He laughed a deep, rich laugh. "I've actually never read them many times. I'm dyslexic."

"Oh well, you do know there are audio books you can get issued, right?" I pointed out.

"No." He admitted sheepishly. "Where are they?"

"Come on," I said. "I'll show you." I lead him through a few corridors to the audio racks and began flicking through the CD's labelled 'R' for one Rick Riordan. "I'm Kimmi Ye, by the way. I work here but I'm also a student taking some writing courses." I introduced myself, flipping my long, purple tinted hair out of my eyes.

He laughed again. "That's cool. Are you gonna be an author?"

"Well that's the plan, anyway. Rick inspired me to write, I love the way he portrays the characters, especially Nico."

"You like Nico, huh?" He asked with a weird tone in his voice. As if surprised but amused.

"Yeah, I always loved that he was quiet and Rick didn't say much about him. As if he's happy keeping the readers in the dark. He just always fascinated me." I explained. "You look a bit like him, you know."

He really did. His black hair flopped into his face and he wore a black leather duster over a black T-shirt. Needless to say he looked gorgeous in it.

He laughed again. "I've been told that before."

"So what's your name?" I asked him. Handing him the audio book and taking him to the desk to get it issued.

"Nico di Angelo." He said, a cheeky glint in his eye.

That's the moment I knew my favourite books didn't belong on the fiction shelf, that's the moment I knew my idol was a fraud. That's the moment my life changed forever.

Notes

Deciding to turn this into more than a one-shot like I originally intended :)
Let me know what you think!