At the door
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In Vincent's office, Eve stood in front of the book rack looking at the name of the books she had never come across. She asked him,
"May I take a look at the books here?" Coming from a place like Meadow, she didn't have access to the books that only the high society did, and this was the council.
"Go ahead," Vincent responded from the bathtub, and he watched her through the gaps of the wooden carvings of the divider. The young woman's fingers touched the books as if they were gold, and he noticed the fascination her face held, similar to most women of high status whose eyes fell on rare jewellery. He asked, "Was it your aunt who taught you how to read and write?"
Eve turned to look in the direction where Vincent was, and even though there was a wooden divider hindering them, she could still see him. She nodded,