BookKnight
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Reginald Rayburn hurried across campus, his bookbag clutched tightly under one arm as he kept his speed just under trotting. Trotting was undignified, especially for someone who carried a few extra pounds around his midriff. Speed walking, on the other hand, was not quite as dignified as walking at a regular pace, but it would get him where he needed to go quickly. Not as quickly as jogging, but with much less bouncing and jostling. That was not only undignified but also unpleasant.
He reached the glass double doors to the college library and yanked one open, rushing inside. The cool, air-conditioned air rushed over his flushed face, and once he'd made it a few steps inside, he stopped and took a few deep breaths, sighing in relief. School had only been in session for two weeks, and the summer heat of late August was not about to let go without a fight even with September only a couple of days away. Rushing through the eighty-degree weather - likely even hotter in the mostly concrete campus - was not a recipe for a cool body. He took another deep breath and used the sleeve of his long shirt to wipe his forehead. As nice as the cool air felt, he couldn't stop now. Determinedly, he marched into the library's rotunda and headed for the stairs, mounting up to the second story and making a beeline down the bookshelves to the five hundreds in the nonfiction section. Most of the books here in the university library were nonfiction, but there was a small section of fiction books. He didn't know why they bothered, but he supposed the literature department needed a few books.
Once Reginald had located the books he wanted, he hurried to a secluded corner, made certain no one was around, and settled down to read. He only had half an hour before his next class, and he needed to get as much reading done as possible. It wouldn't do to check out the books. These were far too suspicious to have on record. No, despite the inconvenience, it was better to read them here and read them quickly.
He reached the glass double doors to the college library and yanked one open, rushing inside. The cool, air-conditioned air rushed over his flushed face, and once he'd made it a few steps inside, he stopped and took a few deep breaths, sighing in relief. School had only been in session for two weeks, and the summer heat of late August was not about to let go without a fight even with September only a couple of days away. Rushing through the eighty-degree weather - likely even hotter in the mostly concrete campus - was not a recipe for a cool body. He took another deep breath and used the sleeve of his long shirt to wipe his forehead. As nice as the cool air felt, he couldn't stop now. Determinedly, he marched into the library's rotunda and headed for the stairs, mounting up to the second story and making a beeline down the bookshelves to the five hundreds in the nonfiction section. Most of the books here in the university library were nonfiction, but there was a small section of fiction books. He didn't know why they bothered, but he supposed the literature department needed a few books.
Once Reginald had located the books he wanted, he hurried to a secluded corner, made certain no one was around, and settled down to read. He only had half an hour before his next class, and he needed to get as much reading done as possible. It wouldn't do to check out the books. These were far too suspicious to have on record. No, despite the inconvenience, it was better to read them here and read them quickly.