B: Choosing a book is not necessarily mundane.
A: I know, but you have just said that she looks so perfect as she goes through the isles. I mean, you don't even know her!
B: I agree with that. But, look at her! She does look perfect. The light coming through the windows makes a perfect match with the shadows and specks of dust around her. The way her hair hangs from her scalp, half curly, half straight, as she tilts her head to see the books on the lower shelves. The natural, calm stare in her eyes as she reads through the titles.
A: Ok! I'll give you that we are at an angle from where everything combines in order to create an almost mystical ambience to her surroundings. But then... Why even look?
B: What's wrong with looking?
A: I don't know! It seems like you have almost envisioned a whole life with her. Like you could practically aim to start a relationship based on the perfection you, and only you, have seen from a particular place you happened to be drinking coffee at a library!
B: Woow! I never said that! I just said she looked perfect!
A: My point precisely! Perfect for what? For you?
B: Well..
A: So, what you are saying is that just because she looks just the way she is supposed to look, out of mere library design, you can practically predict what your life with her would be like?
B: I wouldn't dare predict anything. I just stated what she looked like to me. It has been you who dared see beyond what I said. How deeply do you think you know me?
A: Well, you now seem guilty about it all...
B: I'm not feeling guilty. I just regret having shared anything at all.
A: Why is that?
B: You seem quite upset about it.
A: Well. That's your reading through me as well. How well do you think you know me?
B: You're right. Is this then the way you usually make conversation?
A: No. I have to confess I was upset.
B: You're not anymore?
A: Not after I heard how you regretted sharing anything with me. I'm sorry. I just saw your gaze drifting away from me, and reacted like that. Couldn't handle myself.
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