`` blowing out the dust in rooms i forgot, holdeeeeeen.

[verity odette marseille]

Verity was pretty sure that she was the only person in the library, at that point,
that was actually using the library for it's original purpose. She had, awkwardly,
shifted away from the couples groping and making out behind the shelves to get
to the fashion section.

The books stretched on down the line, most were kind of old and dusty,
accompanied, quite inappropriately, by shiny, brand new textbooks. She flipped
through, trying to find one of the sort she was searching of, and took it out.

Verity turned and sat down at the table, alone, putting her white
venitia Marc Jacobs purse on the surface beside her. She started to scan,
effortlessly, through the words and diagrams, noting things down now and then.

[holden james harfield]

"Hey..." he said,, coming out from behind a shelf his book under his arm. He was exploring the modernized library finding something to do other than his assignment which he couldn't do because he was clearly lacking inspiration and point. He also had an art history exam which he was trying to avoid as much as possible. So why not procrastinate even more?

[verity odette marseille]

Verity jumped a little bit at a sudden voice in the silent library, but she regained
her composure. She didn't want to look stupid, now, did she?
She turned to look at the source, it was a guy.
She let one of her slender fingers pause over the word she was reading in the
large textbook.
"Oh, hi," She replied, smiling to him. "Uhh. How's it going?"

[holden james harfield]

"Procrastinating." he said, grabbing a chair and sitting down across from her.
"I have about...a day? To choose an artist, simplify and analyze his work in 10 pages?" he asked, looking down at his watch on a simple leather band.
"Yeah. So I'm here,,,trying to do it but...avoiding it." he said.

"And you?" he asked, looking at her.

[verity odette marseille]

Verity laughed, smiling at the boy. "Me? I'm just reading up on some stuff for a
project, is all." She shrugged. It was mostly all stuff that she knew already,
anyway. "I just have nothing better to do. Pathetic, right?"

[holden james harfield]

"Nothing better? I'm sure you have SOMETHING." he said smilling. he started to flip through on of the many books he had from the stack he sat on the table.

"Lucky you you're here for nothing, Lucky me I'm passing with flying colors and 'the best sculptor they've seen since Garret Mayfield in 1960'" he closed the book and looked up at her.
"I'm Holden."

[verity odette marseille]

"You're a sculptor?" Verity asked, intrigued, smiling. "I'm Verity."

[holden james harfield]

"Yeah." he said grinning.
"I thought everyone knew that. Apparently I'm the only sculptor around here. Or the only one good at it anyways." he said shrugging his shoulders trying to be modest.

"Now what about you, fashion design everything its hyped out to be?" he asked.

[verity odette marseille]

"To me, it is," Verity retorted with a smile. "But I guess it's just because what I
like, and what I'm good at. Like you, with your sculpting."
Verity paused, she wasn't comfortable talking about herself.
"Do you have any sculptures here, that you've made?" She enquired.
"I'd love to see them."

[holden james harfield]

"Yeah they're all over the place, I'm surprised you haven't ever seen one of them. Apparently I'm good." he said shrugging his shoulders not really wanting to talk about himself but he did it anyways.
"I'm minoring in Art History too but as you can see, it gets boring and horrid after Art History 5." he said giving a half-smile and looking at the books scattered around him.

"I'll have to show you them sometime." he said.

[verity odette marseille]

"I've seen some around, I didn't know they were yours," Verity smiled.
"They're lovely. But I'd like to see some more." She grinned, hoping she wasn't
being too pushy.

[holden james harfield]

He opened up a book and made it cover his face to stop himself from blushing.

"Maybe another time?" he asked, violently flipping through the book.
"I'm a bit modest. And currently working on something. But I'd love to show you some of the pieces sometime." he said, putting the book down on the table and looking at her.

"What about you? Your pieces?" he asked.