Creepy Guy. In the library. Again yesterday. Spooky.

I was in Reference Row 13. Someplace nobody but me needs to be (that's where they keep the literary criticism) and there he was coming down the other end of the row. Nonchalantly looking at the reference books like... Like they mattered. When I looked up from my book and started to curiously watch him he backed off to the other end of the row, suddenly interested in Government Publications. Right. I gathered all the heavy books I could carry and moved off to my own table, one with lots of people sitting at it.