One day I found myself, for the first time in a long while, in the school library. I sat at the corner of a large table, sunlight from the window warming half of my body, flipping through a newly-arrived foreign periodical. My instructor had assigned me a research topic in my area of study that was due the next week. Not finding the information I needed, I'd been back and forth with several different periodicals. In the end, I'd finally found a relevant article and begun reading intently. At that moment, from across the large table, I was quietly called by name. I lifted my eyes, and there was K. He leaned over the table and brought his face close to mine. As you well know, a loud voice that disrupts others is not allowed in the library, so there was nothing unusual in K's behavior. Nevertheless, on this occasion it somehow struck me as odd.
K asked in a quiet voice if I was studying. I told him I had a small research assignment. Continuing in the same quiet tone, he asked if I'd join him for a walk. I answered that I could walk with him if he waited a bit. He said he would wait and sat down in the empty seat across from mine. Once he did so, though, I lost all ability to concentrate. I was sure he'd come to me to get something off his chest. I felt compelled to close the periodical I'd been reading. As I made ready to go, K asked, in a fully composed voice, if I'd finished already. I told him it could wait till later. I returned the periodical, and we left the library together.