C17 Seventeen

Hayleigh was in the middle of researching in the library when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry. We’re about to close for the night,” the librarian said.

Hayleigh looked at her watch. It was already half past ten in the evening. She closed her books and hurriedly stacked them in her arms.

“Don’t worry, dear. Just leave them on the cart.” The librarian patted her back