Isaac looked up from his sketch pad, smiling at the girl. “Oh..um follow me?”
“Oh, thank god. I was afraid I’d never find anyone who knew where it was.” She peeked at the sketch pad, but refrained from asking. He might be shy about his art.
“It’s just right down this hall and to the left. I’m sorry, are you new here?” he asked, putting his pad away.
“Oh, no, I don’t go here.” She shook her head. “I’m just hoping to find a particular book for a paper I’m working on. I’ve already checked the campus library.”